I thought that this was a really beautiful picture of Ireland. Don't you agree?

I've finally arrived in Buglaria, following the kind of long, beaurocracy (no, I can't be bothered to check the spelling) ridden border crossing that the Eastern Europeans seem to like so much. It took, in total, five and a half seconds to examine and approve my passport. The remaining ninety three minutes were spent sitting on a trian doing nothing while the drivers and cnoductors wandered off to do something else, and Roma children outside tried o sell me things through an open window.

However, the town/villaige/city/cliff thing I'm staying in is a really wonderful place- there's a gorge, forest views from the fort, mountains and, best of all, my hostel has a great balcony view. Plus, global warming means that every day here is fifteen degrees with bright sunshine. Roll on End Of The World.