And the last shopping experience? The flimsiest, most ridiculous teaspoon, sold to me at Sofia Airport, from a shop whose purpose was the extraction of as much otherwise useless Lev as possible from idiots like me who buckle under even the most modest and mild mannered sales techniques.
Travel back from Sofia
Again, a lack of research meant an embarrassing false start, taking what I thought was the airport bus from one side of a square to the other. At the airport I finally lost patience with a Bulgarian post office employee who I considered as being just a little too rude and hostile. Silly cow. I am, however, happy to report that the other transactions I had at Sofia Airport were far more pleasant.
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