Bike Tour to Sozopol 😅

What can I say? Three days have passed again and in these three days, naturally, quite a lot has happened again. And I'd like to tell you about one of those days, of course. That's the day when I got on my bike after I'd been with Steuern between Chernomorets and Sozopol. And this view of Sozopol led Steuern to say, you absolutely have to go there. It's a beautiful old town. And in this old town there's basically a concentrated art and culture scene. So I actually set off in the scorching heat and rode to Sozopol. And what I experienced there is classic, as you surely know from other old cities that are celebrated for tourism. The place was overcrowded, more or less. They're beautiful old houses, without question. There are gorgeous squares and I simply captured some of them photographically and am sharing them with you, to then tell you that I arrived back here in the evening pretty exhausted. Because it's quite a bit uphill, downhill. And not just five kilometers around the corner, but it's, if I remember correctly, I also got lost five times and ended up in dead ends twice, which in turn means they were at the bottom of a valley. So I had to go back up each hill again to get to where I wanted to go. Nevertheless, as I said, beautiful. I wouldn't necessarily say it's worth a trip, but somehow it is. Was nice, in any case. If I now blank out what personally happened to me there, I was then also at a späti, they're not called that there, and got myself something to drink. And in front of it was a small forecourt, surrounded by restaurants, but this forecourt was like a small, small traffic-calmed island. And I sat down there and noticed out of the corner of my eye how an elderly lady sitting in the restaurant, smoking, immediately somehow bluffed a young woman, who then jumped up and came to me with a menu and positioned herself in front of me. She had such a grumpy face and slammed the menu on the table. I then sat there, looked at her and said, no, it's all cool, I've got my drink here. And she said, no, you can't drink here. Then I said, okay, then I can't drink here, got up and sat down two and a half meters away on the curb, got myself a cigarette and wondered why this place was probably empty, why no one was sitting there, not in the restaurant either. Could that perhaps be because they're simply annoyed by tourists who go into the späti, get themselves something to drink or an ice cream and then just sit down on the free seats. From my perspective, it's always better to have a basically full area where people are sitting, because that usually also invites other people to settle down there. Anyway, it was a nice trip, definitely. And when I arrived here, I was greeted with a sunset that was really fantastic, without question. The updates about the other days, which of course also always contain funny little stories, will come soon. Maybe I'll manage it tomorrow, let's see. I'm finished with the website to the extent that it works and runs, thanks to André. And because he's now at the festival, we don't currently have the planned respective updates that we're running, instead I'm just letting it run. I'm doing well, I'm relaxed and the idea for next week to set off towards Velika is taking increasingly clearer, more concrete forms. I'm looking forward to it, definitely. I wish you all a magnificent progression of this evening. I wish you one more smile and peaceful, joyful moments. Big, fat hugs for those among you who intend to accept them. Until then. Bye.