It's funny, I spent the last month more or less without the internet and now that I am back in Sofia it's hard to make myself write. It was me, my friend R., buses, hostels, sun and beer.  And on top of all of this there wasn't much of a timeline or many expectations except to see cool things, eat plenty of awesome food and to find a few treasures to remember our trip by.

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The trip started for me with five days on the Black Sea Coast. It was exactly what I needed--relaxing, laid back and sunny. I'd heard a lot of great things about the southern Bulgarian Black Sea Coast. Basically it was this: the north is being run over by Brits and other foreigners who are looking for an inexpensive place to party.  So places in and around say Varna are crawling with tourists, pumping with either pop, techno or chalga music and the beaches are an endless rows of bodies and beach umbrellas. This however isn't really my thing.<a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_4819.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-3098" title="Sinemorets " src="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_4819.jpg" alt="Sinemorets " width="500" height="333" /></a>

So I fled south to Sinemorets. <!--more-->It's a tiny beach side town with a couple of main streets, a handful of restaurants and plenty of beach.  When I was there in early July the town was still waiting for the tourists to arrive but it's the kind of town that I can't imagine is ever actually overrun by tourists.  In part this clearly has to do with the limited public transportation to this sea side town but more than this, Sinemorets it seems is the kind of town that foreigners looking for a vacation of beer, loud music and sex wouldn't find very attractive.

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The beach that the locals flock to takes a bit of energy to get to and the sand is more pebbles and shells than fine sand but the water is clear and cold.  This made for the perfect combination of dip, sun, swim, sun, dip again. But the greatest part was the sense that you had a little piece of the beach and the water to yourself.

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This of course is the fantasy of going to the beach--having the place to yourself, something unexplored, undiscovered mixed with the heat of the sun, the breeze and the cool of the salt water on your skin. And I have to say that in this respect Sinemorets doesn't disappoint.