I had gone to the monastery hoping to have a peaceful, cool night’s sleep. However, despite my room being high up, the night was hot and still, making sleep impossible. So, I lit a lantern, gathered a pillow and rug, and carefully stepped over the sleeping peasants on the balcony. I left the monastery and climbed higher up the hill until I reached a fir tree. There, in the open air and surrounded by the scent of night, I finally managed to sleep. At dawn, the sound of the monastery bell woke me, and I was reminded of the beauty of the world Customized Tour Bulgaria.
Entering the Land of the Turk
The train slowed as it entered the dark station of Hermanli. We were still in Bulgaria, and the border guard was alert. After passing through, we continued on and saw a fire burning on the side of the track. At a stop, we reached Turkey. The soldiers were in shabby clothes, looking tired and unkempt. The train then arrived at Mustapha Pasha, which seemed darker and quieter than Hermanli. Here, soldiers checked for contraband, crumpled my shirts, and questioned my soap box. They also inspected our passports before returning them. As we moved on further into Turkey, at every bridge and culvert, a fire burned, with more weary Turkish soldiers standing nearby Stanimika Village and the Journey to the Monastery.
