#Hotel Near Port Fairy

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POMORIE

Situated on a narrow rocky peninsula 22 km northeast of Bourgas, the town was founded as early as the 4th century B.C. under the name of Anchialo by emigrants from Apollonia (present-day Sozopol). All the wooden buildings were destroyed by a fire in 1906. A small corner in National Revival style architecture has been preserved in the eastern part of the town, next to the breakwater. Of particular interest, however, is the tomb near Pomorie which is 8 m high with a diameter at the base of the mound of 60 m. The tomb in Pomorie represents an original combination of the Thracian custom to put domed burial tombs under an earth mound and of the style of the Roman mausoleum. The tomb has been fully restored and was opened to visitors in 1959. To the west of present-day Pomorie the remains of an ancient settlement have been discovered, destroyed by the Avars in the 6th century.

SOZOPOL

Sozopol is one of the oldest towns on the Bulgarian Black Sea coast. It was founded in the 7th century B.C. by Greek colonists from the town of Miletus. At that time the houses in the town were built of impressive stone blocks and above them rose the famous statue by the Greek sculptor Calamis of Apollo, after whom the town was named — Apollonia. In the year 72 A.D. the Roman general Marcus Lucullus broke the resistance of the Thracian tribes and captured the town, and the famous statue of Apollo was taken as a trophy to Rome.

The narrow cobbled streets of the town, the bay-windows of the houses, their broad overhanging eaves and wooden facings of the walls lend it a special charm, which today attracts throngs of tourists ephesus daily tour. It is a favourite haunt of artists and it has justly won the fame of being a town of artists and fishermen. Worth a visit is the museum, the church dating from the 18th century and the entire old part of the town, which has the status of a historical reservation.

In the town there is a hotel with 80 beds, and in its environs several camp sites: Chernomorets — with accommodation for 1,200; Zlatna Ribka – for 600, Harmanite – for 500, Gradina – for 900, Topolite – for 500.

NESSEBUR

A veritable fairy-tale of a town, as it is often called by tourists. Founded by settlers from Miletus as Mesembria, it was subsequently captured by the Romans and gradually declined. Around the 7th and 8th centuries it began to be called Nessebur – a name given to it by Slav tribes. Today Nessebur is a historical reservation and a national museum town typical for its wooden houses with stone foundations, narrow and crooked cobbled streets, small courtyards full of fig trees and vine arhours. This is unusual in itself, but its citizens do not take such pride in these features as they do in their old churches, the remains from remote antiquity, the Byzantine period and the Middle Ages.

Finds of coins, of grey-black Thracian ceramic articles, of Greek ceramic articles covered with red glazing and drawings from Greek mythology, Thracian helmets etc., date from the Thracian and Hellenic periods. Tombstones with interesting inscriptions and coins have been preserved from the Roman period. It is most likely that the western fortress wall also dates from that period.

The ruins of the powerful fortress wall date from the early Byzantine period. It was built of stone, brick and mortar mixed with crushed bricks and tiles. Best preserved are the remains of the fortress near the port and at the entrance of the town.

A great treasure of Nessebur are its old churches. The oldest among them were most probably built in the 5th and 6th centuries. Among them are the Old Metropolitan Church and the Basilica near the shore. The churches of St John the Baptist and of St Stephen date from the 10th and 11th centuries. The greatest number of churches feature the so-called ‘pictorial style’ and they were built during the Second Bulgarian Kingdom. To these belong the Church of the Holy Archangels Gabriel and Michael, that of Christ Pantokrator, that of St John Aliturgetos, St Parashkeva and St Theodore.

In the town there is a permanent museum exhibition called ‘Nessebur Through the Ages’ in the St John the Baptist Church.

In the Ethnographic Museum the visitor will see a small collection of national costumes, and in the Museum of the Revolutionary Movement are exhibits that will acquaint him with the anti-fascist struggle in this part of the country.

#POMORIE

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POMORIE

Situated on a narrow rocky peninsula 22 km northeast of Bourgas, the town was founded as early as the 4th century B.C. under the name of Anchialo by emigrants from Apollonia (present-day Sozopol). All the wooden buildings were destroyed by a fire in 1906. A small corner in National Revival style architecture has been preserved in the eastern part of the town, next to the breakwater. Of particular interest, however, is the tomb near Pomorie which is 8 m high with a diameter at the base of the mound of 60 m. The tomb in Pomorie represents an original combination of the Thracian custom to put domed burial tombs under an earth mound and of the style of the Roman mausoleum. The tomb has been fully restored and was opened to visitors in 1959. To the west of present-day Pomorie the remains of an ancient settlement have been discovered, destroyed by the Avars in the 6th century.

SOZOPOL

Sozopol is one of the oldest towns on the Bulgarian Black Sea coast. It was founded in the 7th century B.C. by Greek colonists from the town of Miletus. At that time the houses in the town were built of impressive stone blocks and above them rose the famous statue by the Greek sculptor Calamis of Apollo, after whom the town was named — Apollonia. In the year 72 A.D. the Roman general Marcus Lucullus broke the resistance of the Thracian tribes and captured the town, and the famous statue of Apollo was taken as a trophy to Rome.

The narrow cobbled streets of the town, the bay-windows of the houses, their broad overhanging eaves and wooden facings of the walls lend it a special charm, which today attracts throngs of tourists ephesus daily tour. It is a favourite haunt of artists and it has justly won the fame of being a town of artists and fishermen. Worth a visit is the museum, the church dating from the 18th century and the entire old part of the town, which has the status of a historical reservation.

In the town there is a hotel with 80 beds, and in its environs several camp sites: Chernomorets — with accommodation for 1,200; Zlatna Ribka – for 600, Harmanite – for 500, Gradina – for 900, Topolite – for 500.

NESSEBUR

A veritable fairy-tale of a town, as it is often called by tourists. Founded by settlers from Miletus as Mesembria, it was subsequently captured by the Romans and gradually declined. Around the 7th and 8th centuries it began to be called Nessebur – a name given to it by Slav tribes. Today Nessebur is a historical reservation and a national museum town typical for its wooden houses with stone foundations, narrow and crooked cobbled streets, small courtyards full of fig trees and vine arhours. This is unusual in itself, but its citizens do not take such pride in these features as they do in their old churches, the remains from remote antiquity, the Byzantine period and the Middle Ages.

Finds of coins, of grey-black Thracian ceramic articles, of Greek ceramic articles covered with red glazing and drawings from Greek mythology, Thracian helmets etc., date from the Thracian and Hellenic periods. Tombstones with interesting inscriptions and coins have been preserved from the Roman period. It is most likely that the western fortress wall also dates from that period.

The ruins of the powerful fortress wall date from the early Byzantine period. It was built of stone, brick and mortar mixed with crushed bricks and tiles. Best preserved are the remains of the fortress near the port and at the entrance of the town.

A great treasure of Nessebur are its old churches. The oldest among them were most probably built in the 5th and 6th centuries. Among them are the Old Metropolitan Church and the Basilica near the shore. The churches of St John the Baptist and of St Stephen date from the 10th and 11th centuries. The greatest number of churches feature the so-called ‘pictorial style’ and they were built during the Second Bulgarian Kingdom. To these belong the Church of the Holy Archangels Gabriel and Michael, that of Christ Pantokrator, that of St John Aliturgetos, St Parashkeva and St Theodore.

In the town there is a permanent museum exhibition called ‘Nessebur Through the Ages’ in the St John the Baptist Church.

In the Ethnographic Museum the visitor will see a small collection of national costumes, and in the Museum of the Revolutionary Movement are exhibits that will acquaint him with the anti-fascist struggle in this part of the country.

#POMORIE

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POMORIE

Situated on a narrow rocky peninsula 22 km northeast of Bourgas, the town was founded as early as the 4th century B.C. under the name of Anchialo by emigrants from Apollonia (present-day Sozopol). All the wooden buildings were destroyed by a fire in 1906. A small corner in National Revival style architecture has been preserved in the eastern part of the town, next to the breakwater. Of particular interest, however, is the tomb near Pomorie which is 8 m high with a diameter at the base of the mound of 60 m. The tomb in Pomorie represents an original combination of the Thracian custom to put domed burial tombs under an earth mound and of the style of the Roman mausoleum. The tomb has been fully restored and was opened to visitors in 1959. To the west of present-day Pomorie the remains of an ancient settlement have been discovered, destroyed by the Avars in the 6th century.

SOZOPOL

Sozopol is one of the oldest towns on the Bulgarian Black Sea coast. It was founded in the 7th century B.C. by Greek colonists from the town of Miletus. At that time the houses in the town were built of impressive stone blocks and above them rose the famous statue by the Greek sculptor Calamis of Apollo, after whom the town was named — Apollonia. In the year 72 A.D. the Roman general Marcus Lucullus broke the resistance of the Thracian tribes and captured the town, and the famous statue of Apollo was taken as a trophy to Rome.

The narrow cobbled streets of the town, the bay-windows of the houses, their broad overhanging eaves and wooden facings of the walls lend it a special charm, which today attracts throngs of tourists ephesus daily tour. It is a favourite haunt of artists and it has justly won the fame of being a town of artists and fishermen. Worth a visit is the museum, the church dating from the 18th century and the entire old part of the town, which has the status of a historical reservation.

In the town there is a hotel with 80 beds, and in its environs several camp sites: Chernomorets — with accommodation for 1,200; Zlatna Ribka – for 600, Harmanite – for 500, Gradina – for 900, Topolite – for 500.

NESSEBUR

A veritable fairy-tale of a town, as it is often called by tourists. Founded by settlers from Miletus as Mesembria, it was subsequently captured by the Romans and gradually declined. Around the 7th and 8th centuries it began to be called Nessebur – a name given to it by Slav tribes. Today Nessebur is a historical reservation and a national museum town typical for its wooden houses with stone foundations, narrow and crooked cobbled streets, small courtyards full of fig trees and vine arhours. This is unusual in itself, but its citizens do not take such pride in these features as they do in their old churches, the remains from remote antiquity, the Byzantine period and the Middle Ages.

Finds of coins, of grey-black Thracian ceramic articles, of Greek ceramic articles covered with red glazing and drawings from Greek mythology, Thracian helmets etc., date from the Thracian and Hellenic periods. Tombstones with interesting inscriptions and coins have been preserved from the Roman period. It is most likely that the western fortress wall also dates from that period.

The ruins of the powerful fortress wall date from the early Byzantine period. It was built of stone, brick and mortar mixed with crushed bricks and tiles. Best preserved are the remains of the fortress near the port and at the entrance of the town.

A great treasure of Nessebur are its old churches. The oldest among them were most probably built in the 5th and 6th centuries. Among them are the Old Metropolitan Church and the Basilica near the shore. The churches of St John the Baptist and of St Stephen date from the 10th and 11th centuries. The greatest number of churches feature the so-called ‘pictorial style’ and they were built during the Second Bulgarian Kingdom. To these belong the Church of the Holy Archangels Gabriel and Michael, that of Christ Pantokrator, that of St John Aliturgetos, St Parashkeva and St Theodore.

In the town there is a permanent museum exhibition called ‘Nessebur Through the Ages’ in the St John the Baptist Church.

In the Ethnographic Museum the visitor will see a small collection of national costumes, and in the Museum of the Revolutionary Movement are exhibits that will acquaint him with the anti-fascist struggle in this part of the country.

#POMORIE

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POMORIE

Situated on a narrow rocky peninsula 22 km northeast of Bourgas, the town was founded as early as the 4th century B.C. under the name of Anchialo by emigrants from Apollonia (present-day Sozopol). All the wooden buildings were destroyed by a fire in 1906. A small corner in National Revival style architecture has been preserved in the eastern part of the town, next to the breakwater. Of particular interest, however, is the tomb near Pomorie which is 8 m high with a diameter at the base of the mound of 60 m. The tomb in Pomorie represents an original combination of the Thracian custom to put domed burial tombs under an earth mound and of the style of the Roman mausoleum. The tomb has been fully restored and was opened to visitors in 1959. To the west of present-day Pomorie the remains of an ancient settlement have been discovered, destroyed by the Avars in the 6th century.

SOZOPOL

Sozopol is one of the oldest towns on the Bulgarian Black Sea coast. It was founded in the 7th century B.C. by Greek colonists from the town of Miletus. At that time the houses in the town were built of impressive stone blocks and above them rose the famous statue by the Greek sculptor Calamis of Apollo, after whom the town was named — Apollonia. In the year 72 A.D. the Roman general Marcus Lucullus broke the resistance of the Thracian tribes and captured the town, and the famous statue of Apollo was taken as a trophy to Rome.

The narrow cobbled streets of the town, the bay-windows of the houses, their broad overhanging eaves and wooden facings of the walls lend it a special charm, which today attracts throngs of tourists ephesus daily tour. It is a favourite haunt of artists and it has justly won the fame of being a town of artists and fishermen. Worth a visit is the museum, the church dating from the 18th century and the entire old part of the town, which has the status of a historical reservation.

In the town there is a hotel with 80 beds, and in its environs several camp sites: Chernomorets — with accommodation for 1,200; Zlatna Ribka – for 600, Harmanite – for 500, Gradina – for 900, Topolite – for 500.

NESSEBUR

A veritable fairy-tale of a town, as it is often called by tourists. Founded by settlers from Miletus as Mesembria, it was subsequently captured by the Romans and gradually declined. Around the 7th and 8th centuries it began to be called Nessebur – a name given to it by Slav tribes. Today Nessebur is a historical reservation and a national museum town typical for its wooden houses with stone foundations, narrow and crooked cobbled streets, small courtyards full of fig trees and vine arhours. This is unusual in itself, but its citizens do not take such pride in these features as they do in their old churches, the remains from remote antiquity, the Byzantine period and the Middle Ages.

Finds of coins, of grey-black Thracian ceramic articles, of Greek ceramic articles covered with red glazing and drawings from Greek mythology, Thracian helmets etc., date from the Thracian and Hellenic periods. Tombstones with interesting inscriptions and coins have been preserved from the Roman period. It is most likely that the western fortress wall also dates from that period.

The ruins of the powerful fortress wall date from the early Byzantine period. It was built of stone, brick and mortar mixed with crushed bricks and tiles. Best preserved are the remains of the fortress near the port and at the entrance of the town.

A great treasure of Nessebur are its old churches. The oldest among them were most probably built in the 5th and 6th centuries. Among them are the Old Metropolitan Church and the Basilica near the shore. The churches of St John the Baptist and of St Stephen date from the 10th and 11th centuries. The greatest number of churches feature the so-called ‘pictorial style’ and they were built during the Second Bulgarian Kingdom. To these belong the Church of the Holy Archangels Gabriel and Michael, that of Christ Pantokrator, that of St John Aliturgetos, St Parashkeva and St Theodore.

In the town there is a permanent museum exhibition called ‘Nessebur Through the Ages’ in the St John the Baptist Church.

In the Ethnographic Museum the visitor will see a small collection of national costumes, and in the Museum of the Revolutionary Movement are exhibits that will acquaint him with the anti-fascist struggle in this part of the country.

#POMORIE

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POMORIE

Situated on a narrow rocky peninsula 22 km northeast of Bourgas, the town was founded as early as the 4th century B.C. under the name of Anchialo by emigrants from Apollonia (present-day Sozopol). All the wooden buildings were destroyed by a fire in 1906. A small corner in National Revival style architecture has been preserved in the eastern part of the town, next to the breakwater. Of particular interest, however, is the tomb near Pomorie which is 8 m high with a diameter at the base of the mound of 60 m. The tomb in Pomorie represents an original combination of the Thracian custom to put domed burial tombs under an earth mound and of the style of the Roman mausoleum. The tomb has been fully restored and was opened to visitors in 1959. To the west of present-day Pomorie the remains of an ancient settlement have been discovered, destroyed by the Avars in the 6th century.

SOZOPOL

Sozopol is one of the oldest towns on the Bulgarian Black Sea coast. It was founded in the 7th century B.C. by Greek colonists from the town of Miletus. At that time the houses in the town were built of impressive stone blocks and above them rose the famous statue by the Greek sculptor Calamis of Apollo, after whom the town was named — Apollonia. In the year 72 A.D. the Roman general Marcus Lucullus broke the resistance of the Thracian tribes and captured the town, and the famous statue of Apollo was taken as a trophy to Rome.

The narrow cobbled streets of the town, the bay-windows of the houses, their broad overhanging eaves and wooden facings of the walls lend it a special charm, which today attracts throngs of tourists ephesus daily tour. It is a favourite haunt of artists and it has justly won the fame of being a town of artists and fishermen. Worth a visit is the museum, the church dating from the 18th century and the entire old part of the town, which has the status of a historical reservation.

In the town there is a hotel with 80 beds, and in its environs several camp sites: Chernomorets — with accommodation for 1,200; Zlatna Ribka – for 600, Harmanite – for 500, Gradina – for 900, Topolite – for 500.

NESSEBUR

A veritable fairy-tale of a town, as it is often called by tourists. Founded by settlers from Miletus as Mesembria, it was subsequently captured by the Romans and gradually declined. Around the 7th and 8th centuries it began to be called Nessebur – a name given to it by Slav tribes. Today Nessebur is a historical reservation and a national museum town typical for its wooden houses with stone foundations, narrow and crooked cobbled streets, small courtyards full of fig trees and vine arhours. This is unusual in itself, but its citizens do not take such pride in these features as they do in their old churches, the remains from remote antiquity, the Byzantine period and the Middle Ages.

Finds of coins, of grey-black Thracian ceramic articles, of Greek ceramic articles covered with red glazing and drawings from Greek mythology, Thracian helmets etc., date from the Thracian and Hellenic periods. Tombstones with interesting inscriptions and coins have been preserved from the Roman period. It is most likely that the western fortress wall also dates from that period.

The ruins of the powerful fortress wall date from the early Byzantine period. It was built of stone, brick and mortar mixed with crushed bricks and tiles. Best preserved are the remains of the fortress near the port and at the entrance of the town.

A great treasure of Nessebur are its old churches. The oldest among them were most probably built in the 5th and 6th centuries. Among them are the Old Metropolitan Church and the Basilica near the shore. The churches of St John the Baptist and of St Stephen date from the 10th and 11th centuries. The greatest number of churches feature the so-called ‘pictorial style’ and they were built during the Second Bulgarian Kingdom. To these belong the Church of the Holy Archangels Gabriel and Michael, that of Christ Pantokrator, that of St John Aliturgetos, St Parashkeva and St Theodore.

In the town there is a permanent museum exhibition called ‘Nessebur Through the Ages’ in the St John the Baptist Church.

In the Ethnographic Museum the visitor will see a small collection of national costumes, and in the Museum of the Revolutionary Movement are exhibits that will acquaint him with the anti-fascist struggle in this part of the country.

#POMORIE

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POMORIE

Situated on a narrow rocky peninsula 22 km northeast of Bourgas, the town was founded as early as the 4th century B.C. under the name of Anchialo by emigrants from Apollonia (present-day Sozopol). All the wooden buildings were destroyed by a fire in 1906. A small corner in National Revival style architecture has been preserved in the eastern part of the town, next to the breakwater. Of particular interest, however, is the tomb near Pomorie which is 8 m high with a diameter at the base of the mound of 60 m. The tomb in Pomorie represents an original combination of the Thracian custom to put domed burial tombs under an earth mound and of the style of the Roman mausoleum. The tomb has been fully restored and was opened to visitors in 1959. To the west of present-day Pomorie the remains of an ancient settlement have been discovered, destroyed by the Avars in the 6th century.

SOZOPOL

Sozopol is one of the oldest towns on the Bulgarian Black Sea coast. It was founded in the 7th century B.C. by Greek colonists from the town of Miletus. At that time the houses in the town were built of impressive stone blocks and above them rose the famous statue by the Greek sculptor Calamis of Apollo, after whom the town was named — Apollonia. In the year 72 A.D. the Roman general Marcus Lucullus broke the resistance of the Thracian tribes and captured the town, and the famous statue of Apollo was taken as a trophy to Rome.

The narrow cobbled streets of the town, the bay-windows of the houses, their broad overhanging eaves and wooden facings of the walls lend it a special charm, which today attracts throngs of tourists ephesus daily tour. It is a favourite haunt of artists and it has justly won the fame of being a town of artists and fishermen. Worth a visit is the museum, the church dating from the 18th century and the entire old part of the town, which has the status of a historical reservation.

In the town there is a hotel with 80 beds, and in its environs several camp sites: Chernomorets — with accommodation for 1,200; Zlatna Ribka – for 600, Harmanite – for 500, Gradina – for 900, Topolite – for 500.

NESSEBUR

A veritable fairy-tale of a town, as it is often called by tourists. Founded by settlers from Miletus as Mesembria, it was subsequently captured by the Romans and gradually declined. Around the 7th and 8th centuries it began to be called Nessebur – a name given to it by Slav tribes. Today Nessebur is a historical reservation and a national museum town typical for its wooden houses with stone foundations, narrow and crooked cobbled streets, small courtyards full of fig trees and vine arhours. This is unusual in itself, but its citizens do not take such pride in these features as they do in their old churches, the remains from remote antiquity, the Byzantine period and the Middle Ages.

Finds of coins, of grey-black Thracian ceramic articles, of Greek ceramic articles covered with red glazing and drawings from Greek mythology, Thracian helmets etc., date from the Thracian and Hellenic periods. Tombstones with interesting inscriptions and coins have been preserved from the Roman period. It is most likely that the western fortress wall also dates from that period.

The ruins of the powerful fortress wall date from the early Byzantine period. It was built of stone, brick and mortar mixed with crushed bricks and tiles. Best preserved are the remains of the fortress near the port and at the entrance of the town.

A great treasure of Nessebur are its old churches. The oldest among them were most probably built in the 5th and 6th centuries. Among them are the Old Metropolitan Church and the Basilica near the shore. The churches of St John the Baptist and of St Stephen date from the 10th and 11th centuries. The greatest number of churches feature the so-called ‘pictorial style’ and they were built during the Second Bulgarian Kingdom. To these belong the Church of the Holy Archangels Gabriel and Michael, that of Christ Pantokrator, that of St John Aliturgetos, St Parashkeva and St Theodore.

In the town there is a permanent museum exhibition called ‘Nessebur Through the Ages’ in the St John the Baptist Church.

In the Ethnographic Museum the visitor will see a small collection of national costumes, and in the Museum of the Revolutionary Movement are exhibits that will acquaint him with the anti-fascist struggle in this part of the country.

#POMORIE

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POMORIE

Situated on a narrow rocky peninsula 22 km northeast of Bourgas, the town was founded as early as the 4th century B.C. under the name of Anchialo by emigrants from Apollonia (present-day Sozopol). All the wooden buildings were destroyed by a fire in 1906. A small corner in National Revival style architecture has been preserved in the eastern part of the town, next to the breakwater. Of particular interest, however, is the tomb near Pomorie which is 8 m high with a diameter at the base of the mound of 60 m. The tomb in Pomorie represents an original combination of the Thracian custom to put domed burial tombs under an earth mound and of the style of the Roman mausoleum. The tomb has been fully restored and was opened to visitors in 1959. To the west of present-day Pomorie the remains of an ancient settlement have been discovered, destroyed by the Avars in the 6th century.

SOZOPOL

Sozopol is one of the oldest towns on the Bulgarian Black Sea coast. It was founded in the 7th century B.C. by Greek colonists from the town of Miletus. At that time the houses in the town were built of impressive stone blocks and above them rose the famous statue by the Greek sculptor Calamis of Apollo, after whom the town was named — Apollonia. In the year 72 A.D. the Roman general Marcus Lucullus broke the resistance of the Thracian tribes and captured the town, and the famous statue of Apollo was taken as a trophy to Rome.

The narrow cobbled streets of the town, the bay-windows of the houses, their broad overhanging eaves and wooden facings of the walls lend it a special charm, which today attracts throngs of tourists ephesus daily tour. It is a favourite haunt of artists and it has justly won the fame of being a town of artists and fishermen. Worth a visit is the museum, the church dating from the 18th century and the entire old part of the town, which has the status of a historical reservation.

In the town there is a hotel with 80 beds, and in its environs several camp sites: Chernomorets — with accommodation for 1,200; Zlatna Ribka – for 600, Harmanite – for 500, Gradina – for 900, Topolite – for 500.

NESSEBUR

A veritable fairy-tale of a town, as it is often called by tourists. Founded by settlers from Miletus as Mesembria, it was subsequently captured by the Romans and gradually declined. Around the 7th and 8th centuries it began to be called Nessebur – a name given to it by Slav tribes. Today Nessebur is a historical reservation and a national museum town typical for its wooden houses with stone foundations, narrow and crooked cobbled streets, small courtyards full of fig trees and vine arhours. This is unusual in itself, but its citizens do not take such pride in these features as they do in their old churches, the remains from remote antiquity, the Byzantine period and the Middle Ages.

Finds of coins, of grey-black Thracian ceramic articles, of Greek ceramic articles covered with red glazing and drawings from Greek mythology, Thracian helmets etc., date from the Thracian and Hellenic periods. Tombstones with interesting inscriptions and coins have been preserved from the Roman period. It is most likely that the western fortress wall also dates from that period.

The ruins of the powerful fortress wall date from the early Byzantine period. It was built of stone, brick and mortar mixed with crushed bricks and tiles. Best preserved are the remains of the fortress near the port and at the entrance of the town.

A great treasure of Nessebur are its old churches. The oldest among them were most probably built in the 5th and 6th centuries. Among them are the Old Metropolitan Church and the Basilica near the shore. The churches of St John the Baptist and of St Stephen date from the 10th and 11th centuries. The greatest number of churches feature the so-called ‘pictorial style’ and they were built during the Second Bulgarian Kingdom. To these belong the Church of the Holy Archangels Gabriel and Michael, that of Christ Pantokrator, that of St John Aliturgetos, St Parashkeva and St Theodore.

In the town there is a permanent museum exhibition called ‘Nessebur Through the Ages’ in the St John the Baptist Church.

In the Ethnographic Museum the visitor will see a small collection of national costumes, and in the Museum of the Revolutionary Movement are exhibits that will acquaint him with the anti-fascist struggle in this part of the country.

#POMORIE

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Sonic Ring Bond: The Journey - Scene 40

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It’s been a while since I wrote one of these and I feel like I forget everything I said last time. Oh well. Rosy and friends are actually in Radio Point for this scene, and it’s a bit of a long one. They may be here for a reason, but I still had to throw in some Rosy sightseeing to keep the traveling theme going. I hope everyone has as much fun in Radio Point as Rosy in...

    “Oh my, I hadn’t expected you to get into Radio Point, before I arrived.”

    It was hard to tell with Blister’s deliberate and sleepy sounding way of speaking that she was actually surprised, but she did seem energetic enough for it to be believable. Rosy however, with her waging tail and nigh inability to stand still was far easier to read. “Well, we just had to!”

    “Though they got mad at us for running up the cables,” Draw made sure to dampen Rosy’s enthusiasm with a reminder of the trouble she caused. She puffed her cheeks up at him, but it was Sonic who spoke next in the airship port at the top of one of Radio Point’s many towers.

    “I’m not too fond of waiting, and as she says,” Sonic explained as he pointed a thumb back at Rosy, “we had a reason to come up here quickly.”

    “I bet you were disappointed when you found out the trains are entirely for the maintenance crews then,” Blister the Mouse allowed herself a chuckle at the group’s expense.

    “It’s a good thing you have an airship,” Sonic agreed, though Rosy got mad at him.

    “Hey, we may have had to wait, but even you can’t argue there was plenty to do while we did!”

    ~Radio Point was a really unique town. Asides from the trains, which Blister already pointed out weren’t for tourists or civilians, there was movement all through the air as airships came from far and wide to reach the city. Of course, the locals used them too so they could get around between towers.

    ~Outside of the internal steam works, which I bet Tails was able to visit, there were spectacular views no matter where you went in Radio Point. From the airship docks to as close to the treads as the villages went down towards, there was either a view of the crystals jutting up out of the lava belching grasslands or a view of the pit itself where an even more enormous number of crystals erupted out of the earth. It looked kind of like the pit was full of rows and rows of scary giant teeth. Hee-hee! It’s a good thing it’s not a big mouth.

    ~The ground wasn’t the only pretty thing to look at either. Thanks to all the airship traffic, the skies above the pit were an array of shimmering confetti. At least from the lower levels. Up here in the airship dock it was clear to see all the ships that carried advertising banners as well as those that offered in flight services, like dining and cleaning. There were even hotel airships that were designed to stay in the air for weeks. It was the most airship friendly city I had seen since wandering around in the lands under Yolk.

    ~As advanced as the city was though, there were still plants growing nearly everywhere. Most of the moving equipment that I saw was relatively clean, but the steam pipes and buildings all throughout town were still covered in a wide array of plants. It’s just so weird to me how even on these big moving towers of metal, plants found a way to grow. I wonder if there is a reason for it.

    ~That’s a mystery I’ll have to wait another day for. Today, the opportunity to find my best friend has appeared before us and I can’t wait to meet the man who Tails helped out. Hopefully, he’ll be friendlier than the last member of the Engineers I talked with.

    ~Oh, I hadn’t mentioned that, had I? Oops!

    ~Well, from Blister’s airship, which was like a cut in half avocado in shape with the main balloon comprising the body of most of the vessel, it was easy to see the Engineers’ banner flying. The white and blue flag with the gear and wrench on it was almost everywhere. The pirate flag that Blister flew almost matched it, except hers was a blue flag with her gear, two wrenches, and a human skull set on a white stripe that ran from top to bottom. It really makes me feel uncomfortable flying on a pirate vessel and I’d really like her to give it up. But… well, she’s helping today even though she was supposed to be looking for her friend who is supposedly a Ring expert. And the Engineers are still mad at me, I think, so having her introduce me to Tails’ friend is probably for the best.~

    The Dish that hung above the pit, supported by the giant radio towers and spikes that anchored it, had a similar tower of its own in the center of it. But it was the underside of the dish where the next dock awaited Rosy and her friends. Here, the facilities that monitored almost every radio signal under Yoluku were situated. The utilitarian design stripped the facilities of any comforts, but it was natural considering the location of them above the pit.

    “I wonder how they account for Ring Shifts,” Rosy mused while poking her cheek as they were led into the facility’s inner workings. As she had a clear view of the pit below the metal grating that made up the catwalk floor they walked along, it was little wonder that she would be curious to how they managed not to fall in.

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    “Sure enough,” a rough looking sapient grizzly bear remarked as Rosy and the others were led into his cage like office. Even his desk was little more than a plank of wood laid across pipes and conduit. “You really are from the picture. But what about the other two?”

    “Draw and Blister here are friends,” Sonic introduced the koala and mouse, respectively. “One’s a troublemaker and the other’s a pirate. I’ll let you guess which is more trouble.”

    “Sonic!” Rosy chastised her blue companion and he smiled at her playfully.

    “And that would make you Rosy then,” the grizzly concluded at Sonic’s unplanned introduction. Standing up, he revealed he inherited the tremendous size of his non-sapient cousins and offered his own name. “I’m Over, chief communications technician here at Radio Point. It may not look like it from here, but I’m pretty respected among the Engineers. Pretty high ranking too. I carry enough weight in actuality that even those troublesome Preservers acknowledge me.”

    Rosy stared intently at the grizzly bear’s round form and quietly agreed with him that he carried a lot of weight. His massive arms assured her though that it was likely all muscle. As much as her attention was on his girth however, his was on her.

    “A pink hedgehog…”

    “Eep!” Rosy squeaked and earned a curious look from Sonic. It was Blister though who provided the next words of their budding conversation.

    “I’ve heard she was supposed to be doing a seven-day Ring gathering job for the Engineers when she up and disappeared. I wonder if you can really help her…”

    “Blister, please!” Rosy pleaded with the pirate and their playful smile.

    Draw held no fear or wisdom that he perhaps should and addressed Over bluntly. “It was a boring job anyway, and we ended up saving a bunch of fairies from some autogolems after we left.”

    “You what?” Over questioned in surprise looking at Draw. “If the autogolems weren’t powered by Rings… Those would have been Preserver autogolems. And near a lookout and Ring gathering sight no less. Do you have any proof of what you’re saying?”

    “Just this little weirdo.”

    Opening his fur coat, Draw allowed the yellow fairy he had a Ring Bond with, Mote, to peak out from within. The look of disbelief on Over’s face worried Rosy a fair bit.

    ~And then he laughed. I hadn’t been expecting that. It didn’t clear up the suspicions that the Engineers have of me, but it was enough to convince Over that we could see the Ring Radio that they used. And it was amazing. Amazingly big that is.

    ~Unlike the ones in the wrist devices that Sonic and I wear, this one was a massive room full of machinery, and a ceiling of shifting, glowing geometric lined blocks like in a Ring Gate Beacon. It’s obviously much more primitive technology than what I’m used to using, but due to the nature of our world that doesn’t tell me a thing about how old it is. But…~

    “Wow! Tails really made this work!”

    “That he did,” Over stated, proudly putting his hands on his hips. “He also taught me how to maintain it while he was here. Since then, I’ve been growing more and more familiar with it. It’s kind of become like an old friend.”

    “So, it’s been sometime since Tails was here?” Sonic asked as he folded his arms, recognizing the telltale speech that marked a passage of time beyond what could be properly observed under Yoluku.

    “It has been,” Over nodded seeing Sonic’s impatience. “Long enough that I probably would have forgotten him if not for the picture and notebook we filled out together while working on this wonder. He’s as much a part of my life as anything now. Unlikely I’ll forget him as long as I live.”

    “That’s wonderful!” Rosy chirped up, adding some good cheer to counter Sonic’s souring mood. “It’s great to hear Tails made a friend! He’s normally so bad with people!”

    “Yeah, but him having already passed through, and some time back, means we’ve missed him, kid,” Sonic ignored Rosy’s positivity to get his complaint out.

    “Well, we can still try to contact him,” Over suggested surprising everyone in the group.

    “How’s that?” Draw won the question race and followed up with more than he should have. “These two have really good Ring Radios that are a lot smaller than this one and they can’t reach anyone but each other.”

    “Tails had the same problem,” Over managed to dismiss Rosy’s fast growing concern by revealing that he already knew about her and Sonic’s. “It’s part of why he left. He spent a good while here trying to boost the signal using the crystals.”

    “The crystals?” Blister poked her nose into the conversation. “I thought they must have been rather valueless considering no one seems interested in gathering them.”

    “On their own they are,” Over agreed with the mouse’s presumption. “But gathered together like they are here, and according to Tails likely amplified by the pit, they are able to drastically improve radio signals and their distances. It’s why Radio Point persists here. If not for this pit radio communication would be far less reliable than it is.”

    “Not like Tails to give up on tech,” Sonic remarked wondering what was going through the fox’s mind.

    “He didn’t actually. He left with the goal of finding another pit, or perhaps meeting up with the Queen of the Sky and brainstorming with her about a solution. I’ve no idea if he’s achieved either goal though. The pit is pretty unique, and the Queen of the Sky is a she-devil who even the clouds part for when she races.”

    “It sounds like Zooey’s been having fun,” Rosy laughed nervously. “But if you can get in touch with Tails…”

    “Don’t worry,” Over reassured Rosy of his intentions, “we’ll be trying to now.”

    Per his word, Over began working countless buttons and knobs around the room. From a console with a handheld mouthpiece and a speaker, a horrible static sound came across and filled the room.

    “Static? Sonic verbalized his curiosity. “Ring Radios work across dimensions. What could be causing the interference.”

    “Maybe that thing in the sky,” Over hinted at Yoluku, but offered nothing more as he worked some more dials.

    A high-pitched sound came across the speaker and cut the static for a moment, but the static soon settled back in. However, a green light lit up on the console and Over smiled. “We’ve got him!”

    “Really!” Rosy jumped up with her question and stared at Over with urgent pleading.

    “Go ahead and see if he can’t here you.”

    With Over’s permission, Rosy dashed to the console. After only a moment of studying it, she picked up the hand piece and depressed the button in its side. From there it was a moment longer as she fought to contain her excitement and actually managed to speak. “TAI~LS~!!!!!”

    -…o…sy- -I… …at y…?-

    “Ah, ah, ah… TAI~LS~!!!!!”

    ~It was really him. It was really Tails! I was so happy I could cry finally hearing Tails’ voice again after so long. But… Well, unfortunately the signal wasn’t good. We could hear each other, but it was impossible to hold a conversation. I just couldn’t make out what Tails was saying through all the static. Sonic checked to see if our Ring Radios could connect to Tails’, but they didn’t even pick him up like the one connected to the big dish.

    ~Ooh! It’s so frustrating. I finally had a lead on Tails, but he was out of reach and I had no idea what to do. Over tried to improve the signal, but in the end, we lost it and any chance to find where Tails was. Still… Still, we actually talked to him. He was alright.

    ~The last time I saw Tails he was fighting those mean old pirates who want revenge against him. But he wasn’t there when I found Sonic and helped him beat them. And even though pirates like Blister are inspired by them, as far as I can tell, Tails hasn’t gotten involved with any more pirates. And while that’s good, it means we have no leads again.

    ~But you know, I was able to talk to him and that means Tails is okay. As long as Tails is okay, Sonic and I can find him. And we will! Sonic promised after all. He was going to get all of us home!

    ~…Though, I’m actually enjoying this little adventure and don’t feel the need to go home yet.~

Scene 40 · CLEARED Radio Link, End

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How’s that for a little treat! Tails has finally appeared for the first time since the Prison Prairie chapters. Well, at least over a really shaky radio connection XD I also introduced an OC I expect to be a one off, but I’ll see if he gets any positive attention and demand to see more of him. For now though, this scene wraps up the last of my survey based scenes. The next one is going to be purely off the top of my head. So that means adventure, mystery, and maybe some plot progression. Please look forward to it!

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Saturday/Sunday    Days 30 & 31  The final dash for Lyttleton and Christchurch

Saturday - at sea     They promised us a calm voyage up the west coast of NZ to Lyttleton: the port of Christchurch.  Well, they got that one wrong(!!!) and we were buffeted around almost all the way from The Snares to the port.  It was the last day (and two nights) of the expedition and it was all at sea.  There was a lot of administrative tasks to fill the day, with packing and preparing for land, paying shipboard accounts, returning borrowed gumboots and life jackets and so on.

They had a really great final recap session in the afternoon with a comprehensive review of our voyage and answers to many more questions. Dan had produced a wonderful 27-minute video featuring most of the highlights of the trip and they premiered that during the session.  (We were all given a copy of it, along with a timeline and some great maps of our voyage, on a USB stick when we left the ship.)  He is a great photographer and the whole video is a truly brilliant reminder of so many aspects of the trip.  It is also a great way for us to show people what the trip was like in quite a condensed and very visual format. We have shown it to some of our kids and the trouble is that as it plays, we keep wanting to pause it to elaborate or explain the experience, or add something of our personal touches to it.

There were also lots of thank you speeches – for each member of the staff, the Russian crew, even for us expeditioners.  A particular highlight was a thank you to David Harrowfield, the historian who was retiring from guiding after 51 trips to the Antarctic.  The whole wind-up session was all very emotional for most people.  We had all contributed donations that we gave to David to pass on to the Antarctic Heritage Trust that works on the historic restoration projects down there.

Sunday  Christchurch      The ship found a relatively calm anchorage overnight, but set off again quite early today so we arrived in Lyttleton as soon as the pilot could get us into the port.  Then it was getting our passports stamped by Immigration and a sign-off by Customs, lots more ‘thank yous’ and a few emotional farewells to staff and numerous passengers and eventually onto the bus to take us for a surprisingly long trip into the Christchurch city centre where quite a few alighted. We stayed on the bus with quite a few others who were heading to the airport (another fair distance) for flights later in the day.

At the airport, we collected our bags from the bus and trekked the 50 metres across the carpark to the Novotel where we were staying overnight.  Fortunately, despite the early hour, we were able to get straight into our very comfortable room and enjoyed a leisurely cuppa and a sit down before even opening our bags.  We did a minimum of organisation and set off to walk to the International Antarctic Centre half a kilometre away.  (The Novotel is in a great location.  We had been dropped virtually at the door, the Antarctic Centre that we really wanted to see was an easy walk away, and the airport check-in was only a hundred metres or so in the opposite direction.)

The Antarctic Centre is quite fabulous with lots of history and natural history exhibits, and hands-on experiences enough to fill in several hours.  There is a penguin display where several rescued Little Penguins (aka Fairy or Blue Penguins) and New Zealand’s White-flippered Penguins were being fed.  They have a realistic ‘Antarctic Experience’ a few times a day where tourists can get rigged out (much as we were in the wild) and enter a big room at -18 degrees with snow and gale-force winds, etc.  You have to pay extra to do that and having just spent days doing it in real life, we elected not to participate in that one.  There is also an area where you can get smashed about as if in a ship in a storm, but again, we had the bruises to prove we didn’t need to do that again.

It is an outstanding museum, crammed full of memorabilia, exhibits, information boards and hands-on devices and we enjoyed it immensely.  Definitely worth visiting if you are ever near Christchurch.  We had a pie (had been hanging out for some really good food!!) in a poorly-serviced dining area then returned to the display area to explore a bit further and watch a couple of excellent videos. There was a massive screen showing a 17-minute loop of life in Antarctica and another much longer one about a year at the McMurdo Base.  It ran for well over an hour and was very US-centric, but we watched it all and it was excellent.

Back in our room, we relaxed for a while and took advantage of the free Wi-fi and fired off a few quick emails, mainly to the family. I had nearly 700 waiting for me – fortunately mostly spam but I still had to look through them to retrieve the kosher ones that had been placed in the spam folder in error.  We had heard about the crazy panic buying of toilet paper in Australia so we slipped one roll from the hotel into our baggage in case we arrived home to find our apartment burgled and all our rolls stolen.  This was just before the world finally imploded completely: an event that our return to Australia seems to have precipitated. Madness!

We had booked an early meal in the Novotel restaurant and it was excellent – much better than anything we had on the ship with the possible exception of one excellent Sunday roast dinner.  Then an early night with the alarm set for 3am – that is not yet another typo – it really was 3am.

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Ba Na hills tour from Hoi An – Vietnam

Ba Na hills are called fairy landscapes in the world, I will guide you Ba Na hills tour from Hoi An town.

Ba Na Hills is like a fairy with four seasons weather in a day, many attractions and favorite places in Da Nang with thousands of visitors every day. From Hoi An to Ba Na hills very close, you can not miss the tourist destination with the ” Golden bridge ” of the world wonder.

Let’s exposure Ba Na hills tour from Hoi An town

Distance traveled from Hoi An town

It takes you about 2 hours traveling by car on a distance of 65 km.

There are many tours with vehicles ranging from 5 seats, 14 seats, 30 seats, 40 seats .

Daily travel tour information

Tour to Ba Na from Hoi An to join the group to go back in the day, pick up guests at hotels and private houses in Hoi An, have fun at Fantasy Park, Golden bridge , lunch buffet of 36 dishes at Lavender Restaurant in Ba Na Hills at an altitude of 1487 meters. Located 25km west of Danang at an altitude of 1487m above sea level, Ba Na is considered the “green lung” of the Central region, the “climate pearl” of Vietnam … Strolling the roads of Ba Na, feel the 4 seasons in a day, walk in the clouds ecstatic in the buzzing and singing of birds that make you feel like you are in a fairy-tale place.

Travel time

07h45 min : Car and guides will depart to pick up guests at hotels and private houses in Hoi An to Ba Na Tour.

08h45: Depart for Ba Na Hills, on Nguyen Tat Thanh sea route around Danang Bay, you will admire the beauty of the sea, the majesty of the Hai Van mountain range, the majesty of Son Tra peninsula as a room to shield storms and storms for Da Nang city, located on the Son Tra mountain range is Tien Sa seaport where weekly 5-star trains from other countries visit Danang.

09h15: Delegation arrived at the foot of Ba Na Mountain here where the delegation will focus, take pictures, guide will go to procedures to receive cable car tickets for visitors.

09h30: Guide take the cable car station (Suoi Mo Station) departure to the top of Ba Na, the delegation will sit the cable car for 20 minutes in the glass cabins. During this time you can admire the entire Ba Na mountain landscape is a series of primeval forests near the center in the Central region.

09h50: The delegation is present at Ba Na Station located at an altitude of 1,336 m above sea level. Continuing, the delegation will go to Terminal 2 (Ga Debay) only 5 minutes to reach the highest peak of Ba Na 1,487m.

10h00: Guide will take the group to participate in the games at the indoor amusement park FANTASY PARK with more than 105 free games, especially the thrilling games such as free-falling towers, trips to the underground , tram crash, spooky house.

12h00: Guide will take the team to conquer Ba Na Hills milestone. Also in this area, the delegation visits Ba Linh Chua Linh Tu Temple, also known as Ba Chua Thuong Ngan, you can pray for your family’s good health and happiness here.

12h45: Delegation gathered at Huong Sen restaurant in Morin area to have buffet lunch with a menu of more than 36 diverse dishes such as grilled pork rolls, steamed squid, rice rolls, noodles, Hue tea, … at Buffet Club. The restaurant serves vegetarian food and baby soup.

13h30: Tour guide takes you to Ba Na Bynight to visit 27m high Buddha statue, located at the highest point in Southeast Asia and then you will go to Linh Ung Ba Na Pagoda, a sacred temple behind the mist. Bana’s fantasy makes you feel like you are relieved of the troubles of daily life to come to the scene, right behind Linh Ung Pagoda in Ba Na and Loc Uyen Garden and Quan Am Cac.

15h45: Union gathered at Ba Na Station to get down the mountain to get on the car back to Danang.

17h00: Car and guide will take you to the original pickup, goodbye and end the program. Guests wishing to see off the bay please check-out hotel in the morning and inform guide to be served free.

Note: When coming to Ba Na, tourists can separate the group to go on their own and freely explore, guide will contact guests to have lunch and pick up passengers from the cable car to Danang.

Tour price

Tour Ba Na ( Hoi An to Ba Na – Da Nang): 1,150,000 VND ~ 50 USD

Tour Ba Na ( Hoi An – Ba Na – back to Hoi An): 1,350,000 VND ~ 60 USD

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[Bungou Stray Dogs] 55 Minutes Part 3

BACK TO TRANSLATIONS 

Disclaimer: [ The translation pace is solely dependent on the lone translator’s availability. Also, this translation was made for myself who is still studying the Japanese language, so the translation might not be up to par to some people’s tastes. Again, I translate pretty liberally.  ]

Notes: Also this is a very short portion, but the next one should take longer to translate - but its a hefty 30 pages. Lol. So, anyway...

Atsushi was walking on the cobbled street alone.

After completing preparations at the hotel, and after a quick meeting about future plans, Kunikida instructed Atsushi to go and meet the Captain. Kunikida will come afterwards. 

For whatever reason, someone had made a procedure error in the accomodation and Tanizaki and his sister, Naomi, were given the same room.

"This is no good at all," Kunikida then ran to correct the procedure error with his face changing colors.

Atsushi looked around restlessly at his surroundings. Everything that caught his eyes seemed new. The stucco houses with a slate blowing roof, the stone gargoyle statues standing still while gazing at the sky, the white libraries with elaborate eaves were not part of the land he was born and raised. Only in books, would he be able to see the scenery of London from old photographs.

I really seem to be in a new country, Atsushi thought. He had no experience of overseas travel, so that was why the ship was, in a sense, his first foreign experience.

Atsushi almost felt like he was in a fairy tale. 

In a backalley, there is a fairy, there is a king and queen in a castle, and there's Jack the Ripper sharpening his knife with a creepy smile in the dark underground. He breathed in, the fantastical vision spreading even to his lungs. Then when Atsushi looked down at the scenery, he heard a loud voice.

"Run away, follow me!"

Quietly, a loud and noisy voice reached Atsushi's ears. Busy adults were rushing through. What are they fussing about? Atsushi stretched his neck.

"Call the police squad!" "Did you see the face?!" "Quiet about the stolen goods!" Atsushi responded swiftly to the word "stolen."

There was an uproar in the southeat. Something was stolen.

--- The request was to catch a theif on the island.

Kunikida's speech came back to him.

Atsushi ran almost reflexively.

The noise seemed to be taking place in the cargo area near the harbor.　It was an area that carried in luggage, different from the passage Atsushi and the others entered from.

There are warehouses made of bricks. Several men in blue uniforms who seemed to be officials on the island were running away in the stone wall alleys of London.

"Hey, you. Have you seen a tall man with black hair around here?"

Suddenly, one of the officials spoke to him, Atsushi widened his eyes in alarm.

"Eh...ah, no, I didn't see anyone..." He finally answered.

"If you see them, please report to the police department!" With that said, the official ran.

"U-UHM!" Atsushi called out to the officer who's back was retreating. "What happened? Was anything stolen?"

"There was an illegal entry!" The staff cried before running away from the alley and becoming invisible.

"Illegal entry?" Atsushi tried to imagine a face in his head. There was an illegal entry in this island...What did that mean? People who did not have permission to enter. But what in the world for?

"Atsushi-kun, hey, Atsushi-kun!"

For a moment, Atsushi looked around his surroundings. The uproar was far away, and there was no one around the vicinity.

"Atsushi-kun. Ufufufu. What are you doing in a place like that? I'm over here, over here!"

This voice...

Atsushi looked for the source of the voice, and suddenly kept an eye on a street corner.

There was an zinc garbage can. It was painted in an inconspicuous gray so as not to stand out in the English city landscape.

The garbage can must have been near the height of Atsushi's waist. It also was sealed by a tin cover.

The garbage can was shaking and rattling. Bewildered, Atsushi approached it.  Placing a hand on the lid, he dared to open it.

"Baa!" "Uwaa!"

Surprised, Atsushi fell on his butt while still holding onto the lid.

Dazai was within the garbage can.

Disheveled hair and a sand-colored coat. White bandages wrapped around a neck. An unreadable face laced with a smile.

"How unusual for us to meet at a place like this?"

"W-..... What are you doing in there, Dazai-san!" Atsushi shouted. Kunikida had explained that Dazai was supposed to have been at the gathering place. 

...Could it be...

"Hey, you. Have you seen a tall man with black hair around here?"

"Dazai-san, are you....the illegal entrant?"

"That's great, Atsushi-kun. Just like a detective's reasoning. It's so pleasing to have one's subordinate grow up so fast."

Dazai laughs happily. As for Atsushi, he was not able to understand half of anything Dazai was talking about.

Dazai is his senior and the first person to admit him into the detective agency. To Atsushi, he is a senior, a superior, and a benefactor who had saved him. He is all of those things, but...

"Ahh, I was so successful with entering, but I was found out by the staff on the way, so I hid in the garbage can to escape the trouble. Since I didn't have time to take out any of the trash, my body is so smelly, right now. However, there's a wonderful feeling to being a part of meaningless trash, I wonder if I should live here.

No other words came out from Atsushi other than "Ha......"

The ADA can never read Dazai's actions. At work, Dazai often collaborated with Kunikida and the others, and every time he has a stomachache. Even so, the cases involving Dazai are always solved in an ideal way for some reason. And each and every time Atsushi watches him, wondering how in the world Dazai is going to tie up the next case.

"But Dazai-san, even if you do not have trouble entering the island illegally, shouldn't you have just ridden the same boat as us?"

"There are three answers to that question," Dazai wagged his finger. "First of all, I wanted to see what goes behind the scenes around here since this is a strange island. Secondly, Kunikida has recently got too used to my behavior and his reactions have become too normal, so I am aiming to surprise him! And lastly, it's still in the midst of progress, but there's another order we've received regarding the method of smuggling inside this island."

"Ha....Another order...is Dazai-san's work different from the thief extermination?"

"The thief extermination is only a part of the danger occuring on this island," Dazai's said with his smile suddenly disappearing.

Atsushi felt the surrounding temperature drop to several degrees just from that.

"A....danger..." Atsushi somehow squeezed out of his throat.

"That's right. ........Please report to me if you see a man with a camera hanging from his neck, he wears a black suit and carries an attache case. Oh, and you better not try to capture them, they're a very dangerous person. If you make one wrong move, you could blow up Yokohama."

"Huh...?"

Suddenly, Atsushi felt dizzy and furrowed his brows. Yokohama might blow up? "What does that mean....?"

"I'm still in the middle of investigating further details. But, for now, you guys will have to concentrate on exterminating the thieves because if that's not done, then I cannot continue from here. Also, would you please take the lid for a moment?" Dazai's smile returned as he pointed at the lid at Atsushi's feet. It's the lid that belonged to the garbage can that Dazai was in. Atsushi handed it over, puzzled. 

"Thank you," Dazai said when he received it. "Oh, I almost forgot to mention, I knew before arriving here that there would be Port Mafia members on the island. Up until now, I didn't know who, but you better be careful."

"The Port Mafia...?"

Atsushi frowned. He had no good memories of the Port Mafia. It is an unlawful organization that takes residence in Yokohama.And it is tied with the Detective Agency of whom has had conflict with many times.

"Don't make such a scary face," Dazai said with a gentle voice. "They will rarely appear in places with many people. Even if something does happen, no one can catch up to Atsushi-kun fleeing!" Dazai smiled kindly. "Now then, I will pray for your success in work!"

Dazai then re-entered the garbage can and closed the lid on himself. With a light voice, the trash can jumped and rolled sideways all the way to the back of the alley and down a slope.

"Bon voyage!!!"

Leaving with an unnecessarily bright voice, Dazai rolled away.

Rolling down the hilly slope, the trash can vanished in due time.

Later, Atsushi was left alone standing still.

"Got used to that person...huh....Kunikida-san is amazing..."

#55 minutes translation #my translation:55 #bungou stray dogs #55min

[lucymacculloch]

Love, From

You’re at the beach and you’re wearing your dead grandmother’s blue raincoat. For once it’s the tourists that have dressed for England’s pretence of summer, so while the people with British accents are walking along the port in jeans and long coats, the voice that sound American to you but you know are Canadian are talking about shorts were a mistake and whether they should buy longer pants. You’ve heard that it’s supposed to rain later.

You finally understand why English people like Australian beaches.  You were waiting for the sudden glitter of blue and a blur of golden sand, only to realise that the sea had already been trickling past the train for five minutes, its dark blue only distinguishable from the grey shore by its resting boats. So far, you have not seen a single wave. 

You can't remember what an overcast day at a Sydney beach looks like. You haven't even been to the beach in five years, and how un-Australian is that? You wonder how the water would look now if the sun was brighter and the sky was bluer. Before you got to the coast, the train windows had cut Norfolk into ready-made postcards of trimmed hay with rounded trees and fields of yellow flowers. It was quaint - diorama worthy, with pulled cotton hanging from fishing line as clouds above pig figurines held in paddle-pop fence pens - romantically and fancifully rural. And then the colours had lost their saturation and the clouds had grown, until you had arrived at the station and were met with only an absence of colour.

Ok, you're not actually at the beach yet. You are a fifteen minute walk away from the actual shore. Apparently, England builds houses near beaches instead of building carparks. Ten minutes of explore has revealed that your first impression of there being fuck all to do in a small port town was accurate. There are three arcades, all two minutes away from each other, as well as one of those spirituality shops that sells mood rings and quartz stones and smells of lavender. There are two cafes but only one fish and chip shop, whose takeaway boxes sit in the laps of almost everyone sitting on the boardwalk. You smelled the oil from the chips before you smelled the sea salt itself, and now they mix together with a bit of tomato sauce and vinegar thrown in. You have no idea why anyone would put vinegar on chips, but at least they don't call them fries here. 

Another store, more toy shop than tourist centre has a write rack of postcards sitting out the front. You twirl it around, scanning them more out of obligation than interest. You've been writing about postcard for years (it seemed like an underused metaphor for something meaningful at the time), but it didn't occur to you to send one until your mother emailed you asking you to. Not to her, but to both of your great aunts, one of whom you've never met but hope to receive part of an inheritance from. You got your mother's most recent email yesterday, this one containing a self-diagnosis for Asperger's syndrome and how it differs between men and women, only you read it as Alzheimer's for two minutes. Same difference. You'll ring her this afternoon when it's 1am over there because you know she'll be awake and it will save you from replying.

The last postcard you received was from Jasmine. She handed it to you a week after she'd gotten back from New York, the edge at the top starting to split. You found it again only recently, when you were doing your annual room clean. You read it and it made you sad, but right now you can't remember what it said. You think the photo on the front was blue. You're not sure where you put it, but it's probably safely in a box. Or it went into recycling. It's hard to tell what you've done, sometimes. 

Jasmine is ten minutes late, as you both expected her to be. Either that or you got the wrong time, or the wrong place. Or the wrong date. It doesn't matter if you did: just take sixty or so photos of the beach and its colourful houses, the bunting hanging above the street for zero reason that you can see, and a bright cone of gelato, and post three out of four of them on Instagram and the two hour trip will have been worth it. You might even have left before it starts to rain. The wind smacks your hair into your face and it feels like straw. It's been more of a lost cause than usual, as has your face with its constellation of red mounds. You're suddenly aware of how soft the flesh on your arms is, how when you press against it you can barely feel the hard bone. Your stomach doesn't feel soft at all, just unavoidable.  You're wearing your mother's jumper that's supposed to be two sizes too big for you, but it doesn't feel big enough. You want to draw your hood up, rest the wool over your face and sink into the warm dark. It's only midday; you've been awake for four hours at most. This is why you don't go out.

Jasmine is on her phone when you see her, leaning against the town map. You still expect her to dress in bright floral patterns, but she's just wearing a blue shirt and dark jeans - something you would wear, have been wearing for the past two weeks - with her in the low ponytail she wears when she's working. At least she didn't straight it. Her lipstick is nice, fuchsia, but you don't know how frequently she wears makeup and if it means you should have made more of an effort, too. She's more happy than tired, and you wonder if that's still a rarity for her. You've started to drift towards her when she sees you, gives more of a nod of recognition than a smile, and you both stop for a moment to see if one of you will go in for a hug. Neither of you do.  

The how are you's last about four minutes before food gets brought up. Ten minutes ago you wouldn't have been able to eat anything other than fairy floss; would have needed to feel the sugar granules dissolve one by one, feeling the sticky grit on the ridges of your fingers for your throat to accept anything at all, but now you're desperate for one of those takeaway boxes becoming transparent with grease. Jasmine just shrugs, and you know she'll try to get a salad.

Your mum talked about how chip oil was better here, so you think that the chips might melt a little more smoothly on your tongue, not hot enough to burn but still warm, soft. Jasmine asks about your trip just as you're licking the salt and tomato sauce off of your fingers. You start to answer as you wipe the grease from your fingers on your grandma's raincoat. You can feel the words starting to pile up at the back of your throat as you run out of script.

- How was Canberra? Did your team win? How is your boyfriend? You ask. She waves off each question like they're nothing.

You want to get her talking. After all, you only have two stories to tell and she's already heard them, years ago.  You are no longer looking at her, eyes drifting to edge of the dock where people, families mostly, are dropping their lines into the water to catch crabs. You suddenly remember just how busy the dock is, the surrounding voices returning in a jumbled rush. Overhead the seagulls flap their wings, swooping to perch on the flag mast of a boat. You comment that they seem better behaved here than in Australia. Jasmine murmurs in agreement.

A crab plops into a bucket overlaid with a sticker of a smiling cartoon crustacean. The water has a yellow tinge and the crabs are sitting on top of each other. Further on, a boy hold a crap up to his sister, finger and thumb wrapped around the middle. The crab barely moves its legs and the girl only tilts her face away from the boy's teasing. Their parents watch from the sidewalk, smiling. Eventually, he puts the crab down, where it immediately shuffles to the edge of the dock and falls off.

- You been crabbing? Jasmine asks, eyebrow cocked.

You shake your head, and both of you turn away from each other again, looking out to the sea.

- Rob used to take me fishing, occasionally. When I was a kid. I wasn't very good. I could never bait the line. I forgot about going, actually. What about you?

Jasmine tilts her head like it's an answer.

The takeaway box on your lap is no longer warm. The smell of salt is stronger now and there's a hint of salt though you know it's from the plastic bags of bait. A boy of about ten is sitting with a fluorescent orange net, barely moving as he waits. He looks up and he's wearing a bright pink wrestling mask. You and Jasmine turn to each other with bemused smiles.

Eventually you both decide to get coffee, only Jasmine gets a chai latte and you get a hot chocolate, trying not to feel too childish next to her, pulling the sleeves of your jumper over your hands and pressing them against the warmth of the mug. Jasmine starts telling you about a movie she saw recently that you might like, actually, and you nod and smile into your mug and hope you look attentive and sophisticated enough as melted marshmallow sticks to the corner of your mouth, the dip in your top lip. You're trying to talk about a TV show you like when you let slip a do you remember when and she nods, and you quickly fill in the silence with a badly-told joke.

You're somewhere between walking to the bus stop and down to the shore when Jasmine stops outside one of the shops, twirls a rack of postcards around her finger as she tilts her head.

- Should I get one for Libby? she asks.

You shrug, come up next to her and pick up a few, showing her to the ones you deem pretty enough. Most of them are blue, or pale green.

- I never know what to write on them, Jasmine says.

You don't either.

- Just stick a 'wish you were here' or 'love from' on them, you reply.

Jasmine puts the postcards back and says she'll buy one in London.

You don't end up going to the beach. Instead, Jasmine catches a bus to go back to her hotel and you think you should hug her to say goodbye but you don't, just brush your shoulder against hers and wish her a good trip. She waves to you as she gets on the bus but doesn't sit by the window. Two days later will she post a photo on Instagram of her and another friend you used to know who happened to be in England at the same time as her, and sadness will settle over you like a worn blanket. But only for a few minutes. In the meantime, you walk back to the edge of the dock and peer over it, picture yourself falling to the bottom like one of the captured crabs. Nearby, the boy in the wrestling mask rustles a crab out of his net, dunks it into his bucket. You feel one, two, drops of rain splash your face and pull your hood up as you walk back to the station.  

#short story #fiction

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The best places to eat fresh seafood in and around Cairns

Tropical North Queensland has hundreds of kilometres of coastline starting at Mission Beach in the south and ending at Torres Strait in the north. It’s where barramundi, coral trout and prawns are listed as top exports and there’s even a town called Flying Fish Point, on the mouth of the Johnstone River.

While casual fish and chip shops still pepper the coastline – enticing you to sample the region’s fresh seafood by the shore – the local food scene has changed and evolved.

Here are 7 of the best places to eat seafood in and around Cairns.

Dundee’s Restaurant on the Waterfront, Cairns

Dundee’s Restaurant on the Waterfront has been a local institution for about three decades. Back in the ’90s, it’s where fat-cat politicians, lawyers and journalists used to sit in their power suits over long, languorous lunches. While the restaurant has long since upped stumps from its original location – it’s now beneath Cairns Harbour Lights Hotel – you can’t come to Dundee’s and not have seafood.  

Diners eddy and flow here all day, along with the tide, while overlooking glistening water and fleets of fishermen, flitting to and from the reef. Keep it simple with a bucket of bugs and prawns or go for the Ultimate Seafood Experience, an opulent tower of mud crab, yabbies, prawns, oysters, scallops, bug tails, lobster, calamari and mussels.

You can also anchor yourself to a table at Dundee’s at the Cairns Aquarium, where you can admire the shellfish, crustaceans and oceanic creatures you are about to ingest. This is for serious pescatarians only.

Nu Nu, Palm Cove

These days, in tropical North Queensland, chefs such as Nu Nu’s Nick Holloway create sophisticated seafood dishes such as wok-fried North Queensland mud crab, with tamarind, sweet pork, market greens, jasmine rice and ginger broth.

A table on the expansive deck at Holloway’s lauded Palm Cove restaurant, mentioned in our favourite restaurants list, is prime real estate as it overlooks the Coral Sea and Double Island and a stand of Insta-friendly palm trees that bend into the wind.

Osprey’s Restaurant, Port Douglas

Motor further north, past Kewarra Beach, to find Osprey’s Restaurant at Thala Beach Nature Reserve. The restaurant, which is named after the large fish-eating bird of prey, the osprey, is perched on the headland like an eyrie offering views over the Coral Sea, garbed in a velvety swathe of blue.

Order the line-caught yellowfin tuna tataki with tempura ginger nori roll to start and the reef fish of the day with tom yum sweet potato, coconut rice, cassava and Asian herb salad to finish.

Salsa Bar & Grill, Port Douglas

The food at Salsa Bar & Grill in Port Douglas also sails beyond the beachside classic of fish crumbed and battered with a pile of chips on the side.

Keep it simple with Old Bay spice school prawns with chilli and charred lime aioli, salt and pepper calamari and linguine pepperincino with a flashy little fry-up of Tableland red claw.

Flames of the Forest, Port Douglas

The gorgeously styled Flames of the Forest is listed as one of the best food experiences in Queensland. It’s where you will find a dining room set up on the forest floor under trees festooned with flickering fairy lights in Australia’s only rainforest dining experience. It’s as far away from a fast-paced dining scene as you will get and as romantic and charming as a scene from A Midsummer Night’s Dream.  

Tuck in at a communal tables of 10 amongst locals and visitors and enjoy locally sourced seafood in dishes such as pan-seared coral trout on sautéed seasonal greens with a lemon myrtle beurre blanc and house-made prawn tortellini.

The Beach Shack, Kewarra Beach

The Beach Shack, located near to Kewarra Beach Resort and Spa, is a seasonal eatery that opens May to January 1, in the dry season.

Follow the footprints in the sand along Kewarra Beach and watch the wind riffle the palm trees as you wait for a dozen oysters to be shucked to order.

Prawn Star, Cairns

The best thing about eating seafood in Cairns is that you can choose to scrimp or splurge. The Esplanade is still a top spot to enjoy a casual seafood dinner and Prawn Star on the harbour-facing side of the city – Marlin Marina – is squarely aimed at those who like to keep it casual.

Hearty eaters should opt for the share platter of prawns onboard the rustic eat-in trawler. Sit and sip on a cheap-as-chips beer and toast to fresh seafood in and around Cairns and how far the food scene here has come.

TOP 3 TAKEAWAY SEAFOOD OPTIONS

Ocean World Seafood Market: This locally-owned business has been operating for almost two decades. Locals will always refer this place for its fresh seafood. Trust in their wisdom and order local wild-caught barramundi and a few crumbed prawn cutlets.

Apex Milk Bar: Trace the route of the local high-vis colony of tradies and you will find them communicating like a bunch of squawking seagulls about where to source their fish for lunch. The squawks become deafening near to the Apex Milk Bar where they gather for a Far North Fish Burger (mackerel, tartare, cheese, pineapple and jalapeños).

Prawn Star Cairns: There are now a total of three Prawn Stars barnacled onto the D Finger Wharf at the Marlin Marina. Visit one of the trawlers to eat A-grade prawns, mud crabs and painted crays served with seafood sauce.

WHERE TO BUY FRESH SEAFOOD IN CAIRNS

AquaVerde Redclaw: Visit this hatchery and farm on the Atherton Tablelands to purchase native freshwater crayfish.

Ocean World Seafood Market: Local red claw, mud crabs, crayfish, barramundi and prawns make regular appearances at this restaurant where the counter is always cramped with locals and travellers.

Preston Fresh Seafood: If chef Nick Holloway, of Palm Cove’s Nu Nu, gets his seafood from Preston Fresh in Smithfield, then you know you’re onto a good thing. Live mud crabs are available in store along with fresh line-caught reef fish.  

Where’s your pick for fresh seafood in Cairns? Share with us below.

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Snorkelling in Redang - Malaysia

This was the first ever trip I took by myself, scary but it had to be done as I believe it was the only way I’d grow interns of experiencing life. 

On what was an eight hour bus ride to Kuala Terengganu (KT) one of Malaysia smallest states situated northeast of Kuala Lumpur the country’s capital. I vividly recall arriving in the early hours of the morning in KT at what I can only describe as the scariest bus stop ever. 

Although I had found myself on unfamiliar ground, I remained optimistic about everything because I also knew that adapting to the environment would come easy to me as all the good reviews I had read online prior to my trip pointed out.

As I waited for almost two hours for a bus transfer, I finally managed to get one and off I was to the island of Redang. Driving along the roads of KT headed towards the fairy station where I had to get a boat which took me to the island itself as there were no direct roads to it, I was in disbelief by what I saw because I never really thought Malaysia had areas that depict poverty. 

If you’ve been to Malaysia you’ll know that the country finds its self firmly among the upper-middle income countries. So seeing that side of it was shocking but it was interesting to take note off.

Fast forward, I got to the fairy station, boarded a boat with various other tourists and residents on a boat ride of about forty-five minutes, in all honestly I felt as if the boat would flip over. Might I remind you again this was my first time finding myself deep within the ocean.

As I sat quietly trying to calm myself down nothing felt as liberating as when I finally saw the island that was surrounded by clear blue coral water.

The beach hotel at which I stayed, Redang Bay was so welcoming from its boat port, they offered me a drink and one of the workers helped me carry my luggage to my reserved room.  Because I only had planned to stay for three days, I wanted to fit in all that had to tick off on my bucket list.

So I immediately got changed and went snorkelling. This was something I had never done before, it was scary but the trained diver I was with assured me that everything would be fine.

All I needed to worry about was relaxing and enjoying myself but I swear I probably gulped a lot of the ocean that day, which I must say tasted like shit not that I know what shit tastes like but I really don’t know how sea animals survive in such crappy water.

But as much as I kept drinking the salt water the more I wanted to stay in the ocean. The diver somewhat also made the experience more thrilling as he revealed that there were sharks but they wouldn’t hurt me.

The following day I wanted to snorkel again, I actually snorkelled for all three days and every day the guide would take me and group of other tourists to different areas of the ocean.

On the Second day the guide threw me in the ocean, he told me to take of my life jacket and to swim and have fun he would come get me and I remember thinking to myself that this was it, the end was near.

Funny enough I actually did what he said and I ended up having a blast. This is how I literally learned how to be comfortable when swimming in the ocean.

All in all Redang was beautiful met amazing people and actually got to touch and be up close with a lot of sea creatures. The only down side is that I would have preferred to had stayed a lot longer but seeing that it was my first time it was understandable.

Redang is one of the islands in Malaysia I would definitely recommend you visit at least once in your life.

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