Day 196, 16 January 2013, Bansko, Bulgaria - Rest Day! And well needed it was too since James was up at 2 am worshipping the porcelain gods in a weird tandem effort to rid his body of all its contents at once. Which kept him amused for a good couple of hours - Me - I woke up half way through the performance. I may not be much of a Florence Nightingale, but I'm good company. So that meant sleeping late and breakfasting late. Well I breakfasted and he watched. The picture shows the view from our breakfast room over the rooftops and chimney pots of Bansko's old town. In the distance you can see the ski runs at the top of the mountain. But as for today... lots of pottering. Visited the Bulgarian post office down at the old town square - sent 3 massive envelopes of postcards off to the other side of the world for around €5 or £4. 3 individual postcards from the UK would cost around the same - which is why all the mail arrives from Eastern countries.... Dodged lunch spruikers for a kilometre or so. Finally gave in with El Capitan (seriously... that's what he said to call him). He owns a seafood restaurant. Now call me old fashioned but after a night of witnessing violent illness, I was very suspicious of the origins of seafood when we're 500 km from the nearest fishing. So I quizzed him on it. Apparently his brother brings the seafood from the coast every 3-4 days and it only takes 3 hours. Flying fish? You'd want to make sure you were eating on fishies arrival day that is for sure. You'd think he'd regret approaching us - but no. In fact for the next half a kilometre or so he kept popping up out of no where and updating us on directions to the restaurant. We can now navigate to a restaurant we have no intention of ever going to from almost every point in the old town. Useful, no? Had a little nap in the afternoon and then proceeded into town again to pay a very small ransom to the ski school for our guide for a few more days and buy some lift tickets. Dish of rice from the Fat Red Duck (our Bulgarian/Chinese/Pizza joint) and that was us. Time to settle in for books by lamplight and the folding of laundry. Sweet dreams.