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A shorter drive than Seattle to Spokane by about 30 miles. In the cab, Val and I chat. As we drive through the capital of Bulgaria, he points out various landmarks. It's an interesting city. It's been continuously populated since about BC, years longer than Young Earth Creationists think the world has existed. The city is full of really old things, things about years old, very Soviet in style, and new things. New things that came into existence in the absence of Moscow's shadow. Gloriously hideous, shiny, tacky new things. Right next to old things. There's no architectural consistency from block to block, or even within a single block. It's fascinating! We reach the hotel. It's smack in the middle of everything. Kultur Shock always stays in nice hotels That place! We enter the lobby. Immediately on our left I'm 'greeted' by Amy, Paris, and Chris all intently staring at their laptops. On tour, WiFi is life! It's the most direct connection to home. Val is the sheep dog of the band. 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