Category: life

  • How the fuck did I get home last night?

    So the night started around 7, when I was meeting up with a friend called Vladko at the National Palace of Culture. I didn’t see him, so I figured I’d watch some 2-on-2 beachvolleyball. It was very entertaining for about 1 minute.

    Anyway, at some point Vladko comes and we decide to find an Irish pub called Murphy’s, because a group of Dutch people were meeting there to watch the game of Holland against Bulgaria. So we get there and basically everyone is British, plus drunk out of their minds. Finally a proper pub.

    So I look for people in orange and start talking to them. The rest of the time in the pub was pretty uneventful, but it is worth mentioning I met the Dutch ambassador (Johan) and I sat at his table as we watched the game.

    Then Vladko and I decided to find a club. So we go to a club called “Lipstick” or Chervilo in Bulgarian. It was a pretty good place, two rooms with electronic music. Here my memory gets a bit foggy. I get one vodka, then a little bit later I notice I have no more money, so Vladko and I go outside for a minute to get money. We come back, order two big Vodka’s. Now when you say big in Bulgaria, you get big. They poured vodka into a glass you would normally drink a coke from, and it was 3/4 full, for just 4.50 in euros. I love this place.

    As you can imagine, this is where my mind goes very foggy. I remember myself talking to people and Vladko telling me he was going home. I stayed for about another half an hour, I think. I just checked my telephone, which is always a good drunk-o-meter and noticed 3 new entries in my contact list… One is a phone number without a name, the other is just “E” without a number and then there is Planen and a telephone number, so I guess this is the guy I last remember talking to. No clue why I have his number though. I guess I was having fun.

    Anyway, around this time (but don’t ask me the clock time) I went home. Then there is a huge gap…. And then there is me waking up at 2 o’ clock in the afternoon with all (and I mean EVERYTHING) of my clothes still on. Apparently I hadn’t even bothered to take off my jacket. I realized that there was a cloak room at the club, so I like the fact I remembered to take my shit from there before I left.

    But other than that…. woah. Let’s not do this often. I like memories.

    😉

  • My two days in Veliko Turnovo

    Pictures here! Pictures here! Pictures here!

    It all starts in Sofia. I head to the bus center to get a ticket for the bus to Veliko Turnovo. I get the ticket, call a hostel and book a bed for the night. Then I realize I left my passport at my apartment. I decide to get a taxi and go get my passport. I decide upon a taxi from the OK Takci service, since it’s a service you can trust — according to Lonely Planet anyway — but I’ve had good experiences with it already). So I get in, he starts driving. I show him where I need to be on the map and as I start requesting to put the meter on, the guy starts talking. First I thought he was doing it accidentally, but after a few seconds it became very clear he was talking over me as long as possible. When I finally did my request through, it was already too late.

    Me: will you turn the meter on.
    Him: no…
    I stare him right in the eyes.
    Him: it’s 10 euros.
    Me: no, that’s too much. I live in Sofia. I’m not a tourist.
    Him: okay, 8 euros.
    Me: no, 7 leva. (which is about 3.50)
    Him: no that’s not good, because I will be back at the bus center
    Me: ok, osem (8). Dobre? (means “okay”)
    Him: Hmm… (seems to be agreeing)
    A second later…
    Him: Okay, 10 leva.
    At this point I can drink the guy’s blood, but I decide to be realistic (not a big fan of the taste of blood anyway) and realize that if I do get it down to 8, the guy will just not have any change when we get to the station, so I’ll pay 10 either way. Well, whatever.. all it takes is a euro to learn these dirty tricks. But this is not all…
    The guy turned out to be right about complaining about the bus center, there was a HUGE queue of taxi’s there. Anyway, when I got out I noticed the driver fiddling with the meter and I saw a receipt coming out just before I stepped out. The meter had been turned down so the display wasn’t visible for the passenger, but apparently the meter was on all along… and I didn’t give 10 leva for the ride, I probably gave about 7 and a 3 lev tip! Bastard, haha. Very smart chain of tricks, but I learned a lot, most of all: don’t get into any taxi without first checking the prices on the windshield and having him turn the meter on.

    I then sat down to have a coffee (I had to wait 2 hours) and two Turkish businessmen (it turned out) sat down at my table because it were the only free spots. I talked to them (talk to everyone, everywhere) and learned some tricks on how to intimidate taxi drivers if they try to screw you (don’t worry, mom).

    I got another coffee when they left and headed to the bus. At some point a bus pulls up with a sign that said ????? and I see two backpackers getting their Lonely Planet guides to figure out what it means, I tell them it says Varna and I have a chat with them. Turns out they’re from Scotland and that they’re staying in the same hostel as I am. Before we get into the bus, I tell them that I’m using the hostel’s free pick-up service and asked if they had arranged it for themselves too. They tell me they didn’t know, so I told them I’d get them on the hostel with the service. Helping is the easiest way to meet people.

    The busride was a bit boring, 3 hours, no toilet. The girl next to me didn’t speak English. I asked, she said no, I told her that she does because she just did and I asked her to just try and we’d see if she would understand… Well, turns out that she actually didn’t speak English, haha. Most young people speak English and when they say no, the above line (with some added charm) usually gets you in.

    So anyway, I get to Veliko Turnovo and we go to the hostel. Finally I see some real Bulgaria. Unlike Sofia which is just a big city, Veliko Turnovo has somewhat more of an ambiance you’d expect when you go to Bulgaria. Sofia was mostly overwhelming, but V. Turnovo seemed more down to earth (e.g. Amsterdam vs Utrecht). We get to the hostel, I get my stuff into my room (read: onto my bed) and go downstairs. There’s a guy sitting there, reading a magazine, so I start talking to him and he turns out to be from New Zealand. A tad later two more showed up and I head into town with the New Zealanders to ‘get some grub’. Grub later turned out to be pancakes.

    We head back to the hostel and chill out there for a while. I socialize with some people there (Austrians, Belgians) and then I decide to go into town for some dinner around 8. A lot of the places are packed, though. So I talked to a group of Australians drinking beer and acting very Australian at a restaurant bar. Tried asking them where to go for food around this time, but they didn’t know either (they tried to help but were just too drunk). So I walk back down the street and hear a guy (speaking English) introducing himself to a girl with a Bulgarian accent as Bastian. I stop and tell him that’s my name too. The two of us team up and head for a restaurant. We have dinner, split the bill and we go back to the hostel where I’m staying, because there’s a lightshow at a fortress on a hill every night and it’s nice to see it from the balcony of my hostel. We get there, and basically we just caught the last 20 seconds. We hang out for a while and then head to a pub with the Scottish couple.

    When we come back from the pub they go to bed and I sit down with the New Zealanders and have a chat. Later a Japanese guy and an American girl (Ukrainian born) come back to the hostel and I talk to them for a minute. Then some Bulgarian girl and an American guy come back to the hostel and I decide it’s time to go to bed, because people are talking (read: complaining) way too much.

    The next morning I wake up around 8 and 20 minutes later I decide I’ll sleep in my busride back to Sofia and I get up and get going. Two hours later I’m still talking to people at my hostel (met an Irish guy who works as a producer for the BBC World Service). Anyway, after a while I decide to walk into town and I run into Bastian, the German guy from the evening before. We say goodbye and we exchange email addresses. A few minutes later I get into a taxi to a small town called Arbanassi, where there would be a beautiful church.

    After walking around for 1.5 hour, I decide (in chronological order) that:
    1) The map in my Lonely Planet guide is wrong;
    2) I have no idea where I am on this map;
    3) I can’t read maps;
    4) There is no church.

    I’m guessing at least 3 out of 4 are mostly right. I asked some people on the street and they walked me to the church, which indeed did not look much like a church on the outside (so I took no pictures). It’s not about the way it looks on the outside, real beauty lies within… Not always, but in this case, yes. So I head inside and basically the whole place is painted under with oldskool Christian graffiti… well, I guess we call it painting or maybe even frescoes… Art painted directly to a wall, to me, is just a predecessor of graffiti. Like I said before, nobody appointed me as the art critic here, so don’t get nasty with me.

    Anyway, I wasn’t allowed to take pictures, so I bought this booklet which had some pictures. There was one very striking painting on a ceiling that I specifically wanted to have which showed ‘The Holy Trinity’. Basically, you see the older form of Jesus, with a younger form of Christ on his lap and on his chest there’s this diamond resembling the Holy Spirit. The older form of Jesus (in a meditative position) resembles God. Very interesting thing to see, even for non-Christians if you can admire the metaphors of the Christian religion without getting all anti-theistic (I’m looking at you Richard Dawkins-nuts now. You make atheism look bad through intolerance of religion).

    What also struck me was the following.. in front of the church there was a wall of panels with paintings on them and gold decoration (ikonostasis?). At the top of this were two dragons facing each other… I was trying to figure out the relevance of them, but besides also spotting a unicorn in a picture depicting Adam naming the animals, I was clueless. I wanted to ask, but figured nobody would really have an answer what these dragons symbolized. It was just unclear and for me it communicates that there is always a deeper, hidden side of Christianity. Whether it’s good or bad, I’ll leave to the Christians and the conspiracy thinkers. If you want to see pictures, just use the following phrases for google:
    – The “Rozhdestvo Hristovo” Church
    – Nativity church + Arbanassi
    – Nativity church + Veliko Turnovo

    Then I had some food and got in a taxi back to town to view an old fortress. I do not know what the name is, plus I also just found out I forgot my Lonely Planet guide at the hostel. 2000 bonus points to me. Anyway, I took a lot of pictures and I can probably figure out the name of the place later if I want to. I got to the church in the center of the fortress and the art inside was really odd (I have no pictures of this, because it cost 3 levs to make pictures and that is quite a lot for Bulgarian standards, so fuck that). The art seemed WAY too modern to me. I was later told that these were made during the communistic era, explaining the modernism in them. I met some Americans there too, who were in Bulgaria since April for the Peace Corps. I exchanged numbers with one of them, because some of them visit Sofia every so often in the weekends.

    I go back to the hotel, show the Japanese guy about my day, forget about giving him my Lonely Planet guide and then I go out for dinner. Not much to report actually.. Later I say goodbye to people and head to the bus station. There I see two backpackers, so I figured I’d talk to them. Turns out they’re Bulgarian, one’s a lawyer, the other is an environmentalist and they live pretty close to where I live. When we get to Sofia we share a cab and the guy (environmentalist) gives me his card. I tell him I’ll shoot him an email (environmentalism and ecology interests me a lot) and get out near my street.

    Then I come home, start typing, find out I lost my Lonely Planet guide and save the written text so I can post it at a later date.

  • My Apartment on Youtube

    [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2zuCyuxtJ8]

    Or download: http://baslife.wordpress.com/2007/09/03/my-appartment/

    By the way: shit, I have been misspelling apartment all along… 🙁

  • Veliko Turnovo

    Short message from the hostel (great hostel by the way, Ill let you know later). Just wanted to let you know that Veliko Turnovo (in Central Bulgaria) is a beautiful place and when I find an internet café in Sofia tomorrow, there will be a lot of pictures (no graffiti)!

    Hang in there!

  • Goodbye Summer

    Wow, when September comes in Sofia the weather is really like: “Summer’s OVER and that’s the end of THAT!”

    It’s 8.30 in the evening. It’s 10 degrees outside and the temperature is going to drop to 2 degrees tonight! What the fuck. Brrrrrrrrr.

  • Picasa

    Grrr, doesn’t let me upload pictures without the program and I don’t have internet at home. Besides that, apparently the RSS feed is malfunctioning, so I have no idea how to get to my pictures on Picasa right now. Anyway, here are some pictures I took of Sofia. It’s my street and the surrounding area. No more than a minute’s walk away from my building :-). As always, click for bigger versions!

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  • My first day at work

    I’m going to enjoy this 🙂

    When I come back to Holland, I owe Anton’s mother one for helping me get into BNR. Okay, there are three things that I’ll be doing in the next while.

    1. Help with music programming for Radio Sofia (tune in). They launch the 17th, but are already broadcasting music and only music.
    2. Work in the editing room for Radio Bulgaria. I’ll be co-responsible for editing the news on the English website, but also other content (I guess I’ll be using Photoshop and making slideshows, etc).
    3. Join reporters and help them out. Awesome.

    Today I met more people and more was explained to me. Plus, I programmed the Friday night music from midnight until 7. You only get about 1-2 hours to do it and I’m not familiar with the database of their music, so it was a lot of browsing, clicking, dragging without too much thinking and organizing. Which is too bad, but maybe this will change after the launch of the radio.

    Anyway, this is great experience. I was already making mixes (2 will be uploaded soon) and now I can create playlists for the radio and help mix. Sweet. This exceeds my expectations. You can tune in on Friday (23.00-6.00 Dutch time) right here.

    P.S. The video is going to be on Youtube too, but I have to go home and compress it before I can upload it. I want internet at home.. Pfff.
    P.P.S. This weekend: travel to Veliko Turnovo and stay there one night and on Saturday I’ll watch Bulgaria vs Holland in Murphy’s, together with a group of Dutchmen stuck in Sofia 😉 Sweet.
    P.P.P.S. I know it sounds like a lot to do in one weekend, but it’s a national holiday on Thursday and Friday, so no work. Cool.
    P.P.P.P.S. Note to self: learn how to write posts without having to use so many P.S.’s.

  • My Apartment

    Okay, I got a lot of requests of pictures of my apartment.. So I went the extra mile and made a video for you all to see. Take the tour here!

    Instructions:

    1. Click the link: http://www.uploadhut.com/id6580/Appartment Sofia.wmv
    2. Scroll down to the security code.
    3. Type code and click submit.
    4. The next page will look very similar. Scroll down and you will see a button that says: Download.
    5. Click it!

    Enjoy!

  • Cyrillic Jungle

    It can be quite confusing out here, not being able to read most of what you see… You can imagine my surprise when I walked past a wall with a poem on it in Latin letters…. but imagine the surprise when I recognized the language!

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    If you click it, you get a bigger version and you can actually read the (Dutch) poem. In my eyes it’s pretentious crap, but hey, nobody appointed me as the art critic. I was later told that this is part of some international art project and it’s on a wall of/near the National Art Gallery. Go Holland-Bulgaria!

    P.S. New photo’s on my Picasa!

  • I’m in love…

    Bulgaria is seriously awesome. I had a lot of doubts about the place and quite a few negative stereotypes in my mind apparently, but I have to say, Bulgaria is possibly my best international experience so far.

    Last night I had dinner in a pub, talked to the girl at the bar (who thought I was a food critic, because I was writing (lyrics) – she gave me a fork and knife with my fries ;)), drank a few beers and then went to my hotel. Back there, I was bored and I wanted to drink more (Irish blood.. once you start, you need to keep going), so I went outside to see if there was anyone hanging out at the hotel (for some reason some ‘friends of the hotel’ hang out there) and there was.. So I asked the guy where I could get beer, he told me.. I got beer and a few extra, then came back, sat down with him and started drinking. We talked, I learned about the culture here. Then this 64-year old guy came and inquired where I was from. I told him I was from Holland, and he started complaining about liberalism, homosexuals and wanted to know what I knew about communism.

    It was hilarious. He explained everything to me, how Lenin stole his ideas from Jesus, how Marx was a clever Jew, how imperialism is ‘ominous’ (evil) and well… I didn’t really try to remember, in fact, I tried to forget. The other guy I was talking to, who was about my age, clearly didn’t agree with the guy.. oldskool vs newskool.

    Ok… so I’m renting my appartment from a Bulgarian fashion designer who’s apparently rather famous. The Bulgarian National Radio people are showing me all the ins and outs of the radio and they’ll be introducing me to a young team of people next week, who are launching a local radio station for Sofia soon.

    I think I’ve been really lucky when it comes to connections. Somehow I’m falling into webs of important or sometimes even famous people (probably because euro’s are worth A LOT in Bulgaria (kilo of paprika (peppers) costs about 80 euro cents, for instance)). I am really looking forward to how this all will develop in the future. It looks like I’m going to be having a rather busy life soon.

    Anyway, I’m going to try and get internet soon, now that I have an address. I’ll start putting up photographs then (of the city, but also of graffiti).

    I was worried about not being able to find cool places to go out, but apparently there are drum ‘n bass parties multiple times a week here… Better than Holland!

    Some more prices (in euro’s) to tease everyone who’s not here right now (yes, I mean you):
    – Beer, 0.5 litre.. 1.30
    – A hot meal… 2 – 8 euro’s. (you can easily have a good meal for less than 6 euro’s, incl. drinks) Today I went out for lunch with a colleague (or boss, I think) and it was 4.50 total, tip included.
    – Taxi, I paid about 4 euro’s to get to the city from the airport. Same distance in Holland: 30 euro’s.

    And the language isn’t even that hard. I am getting used to the Cyrillic alphabet and I can already understand quite a bit of what is said around me. (I know some numbers, “cheers”, “thanks”, “good afternoon”, “okay”, “yes/no”, and maybe a few words more, but for some reason, it’s not very tough to understand it..). If you know some languages well – English and Dutch for me – and some other languages on a basic level – German and French for me – then it helps a lot. Dutch people can understand one of the Bulgarian words for ‘receipt’. Of course it doesn’t sound like “bonnetje”, but they say a word very similar to “kwitantie” (spelling?? hmm….). I guess that would be understandable for French people too? Don’t know.

    Anyway… don’t let all of the negative stereotypes be an excuse not to come. The weather is not as unpredictable as in Holland, prices are low, people are nice, gypsies are… well… gypsies (nobody really appears to like the gypsies.. sometimes you hear people saying things about gypsies which could be put right into the Borat movie, I hope some anonymous person doesn’t mind me quoting: “my mom told me not to play with the gypsies”).

    To us it’s funny, to them it’s every day business. The good news is that hopefully, with the entrance to the European Union, the status of gypsies will improve and there will be less problems or incidents regarding them.

    Enjoy your weekends!

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