Sofia and hostel nightingale

We got woken up by the train women again as we approached sofia, we left the train and headed to the front looking for the trams. We asked at a newspaper stand and they didnt speak any english, it was raining too, we ended up walking into the town, doing a detour on the way as we werent sure where the city centre was. We found macdonalds so had a mctoast for breakfast then luckily the women who worked there knew where we needed to go.

We headed to the hostel and found it, kfc nearby great and also a sex shop right opposite it, i would of thought the aldo sat nav would of found this place easier.

We checked in with a dutch guy who was half asleep couldnt find our resevation, turns out we had booked a luxury apartment the other side of town, we decided to stay here instead and they booked the whole of a dorm out for the same price €15 a night each.

As england were playing we headed to the local flannigans which was supposed to be the best place to watch it with some english people in. We ended up at the bar and some bloke from blackpool was watching too, turns out he lives here and gave us a rundown of the local bars and where and more importantly not to go. He was raving on about two lapdancing bars that was dirt cheap, karma sutra and another one, he circled them on the map. He bought us both a beer after the game and we talked about how s*** england football team are!

We headed back to the hostel got changed and headed to the bars he had circled on the map, we ended up in murphys bar, we ate tea and watched the argentina game, it was really busy and we struggled to find a table that we could eat at and watch the football. We went back to the hostel, no trips to karma sutra tonight or the mafia hangouts.