Day 1: Arrival in Sofia, Bulgaria

Weather Update: Sunny, High 7°C (Feels Like 10°C)

Elevation: 595 metres (1,952 ft)

A Bittersweet Goodbye in Skopje

Leaving another hostel in Skopje is always an emotional experience. Even if brief, the friendships formed in these transient spaces tug at your heart. Zoran, my host, was a true gentleman—easy to talk to, with a lot to say about life in North Macedonia. He spoke about politics, the corruption that people have grown used to, and how the general mood remains content despite it all.

The Journey to Sofia

The bus—a supersized minivan for 20 people—left on time. The ticket cost €35 (around NZD 68.14). The beginning of the trip was fairly uneventful, passing through low plains. But things got interesting as we approached the mountains. The road began to wind higher, climbing towards the border at an elevation of 895 metres (2,936 ft). Snow began to appear, and we were soon surrounded by towering peaks.

A Cold and Invasive Border Crossing

Crossing the border was mostly uneventful—at first. After clearing North Macedonian control, we had to step out into the cold, a sharp reminder of the elevation. But the Bulgarian side was more intense:

Passport control took ages.

Then came the bag checks—thorough and invasive, especially compared to my last 5 months of travel.

The focus seemed to be on cigarettes—likely due to price differences between the countries.

Down the Mountain and Into Bulgaria

Once cleared, we descended quickly to about 450 metres. We made a short break, and I tried to pay by card, but once again—“cash is king” in this part of the world.

A Rough Welcome in Sofia

On arrival at the bus station, I was surprised to find no WiFi—a first on my journey. I asked for help at the information booth, but they were unhelpful, showing little interest in assisting a stranger.

I started walking in what I hoped was the direction of the city centre. Luckily, I met a young man who let me connect to his hotspot so I could check directions—life saver!

Hostel Hunting Adventures

I initially missed the hostel because the address led me to what looked like a shop. Confused, I turned a corner and found a bar where I finally got WiFi—and realized the hostel was right next door. I’d been standing beside it all along. I was expecting a sign, but there was none.

The building itself is worn and aged, but it has a kind of charm. Inside, I quickly connected with a Brazilian guy—unfortunately, he’s leaving tomorrow. Like most people here, it seems guests either pass through overnight or stay for just a few days.

Football and Late Nights

I wanted to catch the football tonight, but I misjudged the time difference. The match doesn’t start until 10 PM Bulgarian time, which means a late night if I manage to stay awake until the final whistle at midnight.

Looking Ahead

If tomorrow’s weather is anything like today’s, I’ll be out exploring. I’m already thinking about next week. I’ve got a friend in Cyprus, and honestly—it’d be nice to feel some warmth in my bones again. If you were hoping for some photos I only took a couple at the border so I will add them to my day tomorrow.