One of the many horse and carts (they don't seem to have many cars there!)
Ah, the memories of Koprivshtitsa! We arrived there, thiking there was
going to be a bus from the station. Oh no, there wasn't one. I can't
remember whether it was cos we just missed one and there wree only 3 a
day or something, or whether they just weren't running! Anyway, we were
two of 5 people who got off at the train station. The other three being
an old woman and two kids. The woman told us that the bus wasn't coming
so we walked up to the main road where we stood with her a hitchiked!
There was a REALLY old jeep that stopped, with a REALLY old guy and
what I'm assuming was his sun. So we all piled in, with one kid and the
REALLY old man in the boot, crouched in a little huddle, us and the old
woman in the middle with out HUGE bags and another kid and the son in
One of the house museums
Was quite a journey I can tell you!
We arrived in the centre, not quite sure what to do...we'd read in the
guide book that it was a favourite of tourists, but there wasn't anyone
there. We went to the tourist office to find accommodation but it was
shut so we sat in a cafe, and discussed out surroundings. When the TO
opened, we went in and she found us accommodation for 10lv a night
(thats about £3) But we got what we paid for - bed bugs, horrible
little beds, REVOLTING toilets where the water shot out across the
floor and the doors when you flushed them (it was terrible, we ended up
having to leave the toilet cubicle and find something to pull the flush
with from a distance, cos otherwise we got covered!) and there was
little to see.
Another house museum
My friend and I had a huge row, probably the worst ever
actually, as to whether we should stay and it got very nasty. Finally I
had my way, and we stayed, wih the prmise to leave the following
morning on the first bus. So in this time we wandered round the house
museums which were actually fascinating, and just wandered round, up to
the big statue which gave us amazing views as well. So when we left, we
were actually pleased that we had stayed (I won the argument!!)
On telling my stepfaather (who is Bulgarian) that we'd been here, he
asked us why on earth we'd been there as that was where he was 'sent'
every year for his compulsory summer camps in the Communist era!