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I’ve kind of had the same night for 3 in a row now and am getting a bit bored by it, so I’m happy to be moving on today.

There was one difference from previous night’s though as they had a belly dancer for a short while at the hostel. I reckon she was silicon enhanced as despite a tremendous amount of violent shaking overall, those bad boys were more static than the Maginot Line.

I was mighty relieved when it was all over as she was getting up people watching as participants, luckily I got away lightly.

There was a bloke from Prestwich (and amazingly he wasn’t Jewish) last night who lives in London and sounds about as Mancunian as Boris Johnson. I was having a rather heated debate with him about City and United. To think they call us bitter, he couldn’t hide his vitriol and hatred for our new found status. Apparently we (and Chelsea earlier) have no right to upset the status quo. I like it.

This morning I actually made brekkie, I had a couple of slices of bread and nutella and then went back for 2nds but by 09:31 they had cleared everything away. Breakfast fascists.

It was the usual chaotic, sweaty and slightly hungover rush to make it to the bus on time, as ever I did by a couple of minutes. Phew.

After I’d got my bag checked into the hold a fella rudely beckoned for me to help him with a very heavy box he was trying to carry, which I did. This wasn’t followed by any verbal or physical display of thanks. I should have kicked him in the nads.

I’ve just spent my last 5 TL on a sandwich for later and some Fruitella like strawberry sweets, I’ve munched the lot in one go and consequently feel a bit, what my Mum would describe as, ‘yeaky’. On a more positive note, I have just seen a man at the service station who looks like a Turkish Jim Bowen, (I would like to put smashing, super, lovely in Turkish here but it doesn’t really translate).

The customs stuff went without a hitch. I think ‘Mr get help but don’t thank’ wanted me to get him some cigs at duty free, not ruddy likely matey. If he keeps this up he’s going to get a kick in the nads.

Tired, tired, tired. All I want to do is get to my hostel, post this, check the footy scores have a quick bite to eat and then get to bed.

There now and it’s absolutely chucking it down. If it’s like this tomorrow I won’t be seeing much of Plovdiv.

This hostel isn’t very good at all really. The family running it are nice enough but the place is untidy (though clean just about) and other than a bed and acces to a bathroom, there is nothing else that other hostels offer for the same price. The Internet connection isn’t working as well so I probably won’t get a chance to post this until tomorrow. At least as no one else is staying, I have the room to myself so can get a decent sleep.

Night night.