Bulgaria, The Land of Roses
Hopelessness after communist rule
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Biltong (ˈbɪlˌtɒŋ) strips of spiced meat, cured by drying in the open air. Now I do enjoy biltong and when my brother Anthony offered m... -
This is defiantly not what the doctor has ordered, this traffic. Yesterday when I stopped for fuel on my Vespa, the Baroness decided to... -
Robbie, my best friend from school, is aging gracefully and not showing his age as I am although the rust on his crust aka red hair, is... -
Last night Matthew had his Matric Dance, sort of like the Prom Ball. Although I didn’t get to see him last night nor his date, Matthew di... -
Okay it may look like the dog's breakfast and it aren't bacon and eggs but it is my breakfast this morning. Yip trying to be he... -
Arriving in the East Rand to drop Matthew off, I am not surprised to see thousands of Grey headed seagulls everywhere, because we not tha... -
This afternoon while I was busy training Marilyn on how to use the CMS that I had installed for her Art & Décor website, Granny Nora ... -
I limped into the chemist this morning to get some relief from this awful pain. The pharmacist reached for this pre-prepared cocktail of pi... -
On the way way to Metrorail this cold raining morning, I was listening to the radio which I hardly do as I spend this time talking to God wh... -
So tonight is the night. It is the first time I am in a hospital overnight as a patient since I was walked out as a baby many many years ...
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