Entering the Bulgarian Touristic Hell — July 23rd
Said theme park just emerged out of a rock like a concrete monster. The place is huge. The 12-store high buildings makes us stand in shock, sticking out where we would have expected a lagoon bordering a quiet forest. Clearly, none of those things have any business here. Or maybe they do: they host a crew in scarlet-red livery guiding tourists from the beach (€5 for half a day) to the spa or to a coffee shop (€2 an espresso). Unless they have to go to the restroom and drop €1. I whisper to Sophie:
“If hell exists, I believe it looks like that”.