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One warm and sunny morning towards the end of April, Ed and I decided to take the dogs on a long walk across the fields and Mum said she would take her two out as well but on a shorter walk. I suggested that she should take the house key as she would be back before us. Armed with thermal cups full of tea and bottle of water and a bowl for the dogs, we set off. It was a lovely, warm day and despite the early hour, alright perhaps not that early the temperature was already reaching the high teens, a gentle breeze kept us and the dogs from feeling too hot. The air was full of birdsong, nightingales, cuckoos, and sparrows all singing their hearts out and the local cockerels, not to be out done, were adding their voices as well! Swallows were sweeping down over the brilliant yellow fields of rape and the wind was rustling gently over the fields of barley or possible wheat, not sure which! Lol and through the trees. We walked along chatting amiably, stopping frequently to soak in the views and on one occasion to watch a bird of prey glide over us and away over the fields. We thanked our lucky stars that we were able to live in such a tranquil and beautiful country and that we no longer had to battle commuter traffic on the M6, me heading south and Ed north, to get to our respective places of work. About half way round I had a strange thought that giving mum the key might not have been a wise, I shrugged it off and thought no more of it until we got home. No matter, we chorused we will retrace your steps and hopefully find it. We asked him if he had a spare key, our miming skills are getting very good! A few minutes later Ed and I set of walking very slowly to retrace Mums steps. Ed, nominated me to go back and said he would continue looking. I headed back to Jorgie who held up to 2 keys which he thought might fit, sadly neither did. We walked back up the lane and I said I had to catch up with Ed. We pulled up outside a house and he indicated for me to get out and wait. He opened the gate and called out to the owners, a lady appeared, Jorgie asked her something and she agreed and Jorgie indicated for me to follow him in. The lady in the meantime had called out something to her husband who appeared holding a small pottery jug. Ah, I thought, perhaps for some reason she may have key? She indicated that we should sit, Jorgie chatted away in Bulgarian and mentioned my name, she turned and smiled at me and took my hand. She then proceeded to empty out a load of beans on to the table, I had absolutely no idea why or what we were doing there and looked at Jorgie perplexed. He smiled, motioned me to keep quite. I turned back to the Baba and watched in fascination as she counted out a number of beans 41, I learnt later when I googled what I was about to witness and put them into piles making a square composed of 3 rows and 3 columns, she then flicked away various beans from the different piles starring at them the whole time, then moved some around and removed some more. Jorgie passed her 2leva and we both thanked her me still none the wiser as to what she had said or what I was supposed to do with the beans! When we were back in the car, Jorgie explained in Bulgarian and by tracing on his hand that the keys were not lost but somewhere on the property. I went to open my hand but he stopped me, I got the impression that if I looked at them some how the magic would wear off. I dutifully kept my fingers tightly closed over them, so much so that I soon had indents from my nails in my palm! Neither mum nor Ed looked convinced. Jorgie and I began searching the long grass along the path, I praying we found them as I have always been fascinated by tarot cards and the like and I really wanted the Baba to be correct! After an hour of searching, Ed strimmed the grass down but still no keys could be found. All the while I was grasping the beans in one hand! We eventually gave up and everyone departed, I was disappointed to say the least but at the same time I felt extremely honoured to have had a glimpse into a side of village life that I suspect few foreigners know exists. Having finally found a house we all loved me in particular and those of you with a keen eye for detail will note that this is very similar to the house I fell in love with in Geshanovo and hoped to renovate! We also drew up a contents list of what items of furniture would or would not be included in the sale. We would have preferred to complete sooner as we were concerned that the pound would suffer once the date for the referendum was announced, however our sellers still had to find their new home so we reluctantly agreed to a date in April. As we watched it fall and fall, we took the decision to transfer sterling into our Bulgarian account as we might get a better deal. On the day we were thinking of transferring the money, we were in our Bulgarian bank arranging for a debit card and online banking and the exchange rate went up from 2. Taking this as a good sign and with the opinion that every little helps and we went home and transferred the money. The money hit our Bulgarian account 3 days later and the pound was at 2. Typically it flipping rallied again after we transferred the money to 2. Today, only 12 days later it is at 2. On the day of the purchase we needed to transfer the funds to our sellers account and to obtain proof of transfer from the bank to show the notary. Be warned the Bulgarians do like paperwork to be completed in triplicate and officially stamped! Then it was of to the notary for signing of the final contract. With us were Mariana, Danual the solicitor, our seller and her translater. In we all trooped, passports were handed over, along with proof of transfer and our seller confirmed that the funds had reached her account. Then we signed four copies of the final contract, which Mariana , bless her had to translate word for word for me, under the watchful eye of the notary! One copy for the notary, one copy for the courts and one each for us. I was also given a copy of the sellers title deed and a copy of the old skitsa plan showing the property and buildings. You have to register the sale although you can give your estate agent power of attorney to do this for you with the local tax office within two months or you can face fines! At the tax office Mariana completed two complicated looking forms, then we went into see the council tax official who entered the details onto her computer and registered the property in my name. This took a little while has I only have two names, my Christian name and my family name, most Bulgarians apparently have at least 3 names and the computer was confused by my lack of a middle name!?! Eventually the lady behind the computer got it to say yes and there we are, job done! I cannot thank Mariana enough for all her support and advice not only with the buying process but obtaining long term residency and importing our car, so thank you Mariana We appreciate everything you have done and continue to do for us. Having decided against renovating our house in Geshanovo, we started house hunting. Oh my, what a disappointing and stressful past time! We started by looking at so called newly built or renovated houses, that on paper and looking at the pictures met our wish list. Our first viewing was to a house in the hills to the south of Dobrich. It was described as two houses for one, and consisted of a 2 storey house and a single storey annexe with a summer kitchen, living room and a bathroom, combined living space of sqm on a sqm plot. In the photos it looked lovely and the gardens were beautiful. In reality, you needed a machete to clear a path through the spiky bushes that covered the entrance way and a scythe to clear the weeds that had sprung up in the garden to reach the front door! The house itself was very sad, the paint work was no longer pristine white and the window frames were all beginning to rot, the door to the upper floor was swollen shut and refused budge. The annexe had a tree growing up. Turns out the house had been renovated in and no one had bought it due to the recession, nor had the builder been bac k to maintain it and it was quietly rotting away. Also be ware of other expats who bought and renovated their house before the recession, and paid a lot of money to do so, as they are oblivious to the fact that houses prices in the UK crashed during and that although prices in the UK are slowly recovering they have still not recovered to were they were. Nor do they accept that their house should not have increased 10 fold!! We looked at properties in the village in which we are renting and really liked one. It was described as sqms living space and sqm plot. The house was immaculate as was the well maintained garden which had many fruit trees and a vineyard. It needed modernising and we would need to build an extension but we could definitely see that we could make it work. We negotiated a price and went back for a second viewing armed with a tape measure, so that we could visit an architect with an accurate drawing of the property……… Once measured it turns out the house was only 85sqms the estate agent when we told him this asked if we had taken into account the thickness of the wall? Offer reduced and rejected. OK, you can continue to have you house sitting on the estate agents website for another 2 or 3 years! One day just before Christmas, we were driving out of the village heading to Varna for Christmas shopping and a car coming towards us flashed its lights, not unusual as the people in the village are really, really friendly so we waved back and thought no more of it. Unbeknownst to us the car turned round, and began to follow us, eventually we pulled in to a garage on the outskirts of Dobrich and lo and behold it pulled in behind us! Out jumps Chattie Man as named by mum! Well yes we would, we love American style houses and having living in Canada we know how warm wooden built houses can be. As Christmas was nearly upon us it was agreed that we would meet up in the new year and Chattie Man could show us his plots in Tsarichino and Tex could come up with a design and possible costs of building something along these lines Mmmm, lovely! Middle of January saw us looking at 2 plots in Tsarichino and a couple of old village houses which required renovating. The following week we met with Chattie Man, Tex and an architect in Kavarna to discuss obtaining planning permission. The architect said it would normally take around 5 months for planning to be approved but we were in luck as he was just finishing up a major project and would be able to meet with Ed and I the following week to commence the drawing process. He said the only hold up he could foresee was finding a construction engineer who was available to sign off on the design. These guys and gals are apparently fastidious and real jobs worths, so if you need one be extra nice to them they have the power to smash your dreams to smithereens! He felt as this was a new way of constructing buildings in Bulgaria that they would be even more pedantic than usual. A week went by and we heard nothing from the architect and during this time we stopped thinking with our hearts and began to really analys what we were being offered. Did it include the plot being fenced? Did it include a driveway and a path from the garage to the front porch? We had asked these questions but Chattie Man had sidled passed them with the ease of a politician! He also said that Chattie Man had obtained a permit to build on the land??! How is this possible without plans?? We agreed to meet with them in Varna. It was explained that Chattie Man had obtained permission to build ahead of planning and that this would be granted post build as the original architect was still busy! Oh and as for the wood required for the house, he was talking to Russian friend of his about importing the house in kit form from Russia but there was a trade imbargo in place and it might not get through!! Lovely guys but just too many variables for us to proceed. We went home and went back to searching the Internet for a house. Both agents are extremely fluent in English and very helpful. Petar showed us two very nice properties both owned by Brits, one was a work in progress and one was fully renovated. The final house and most expensive was in Petrov Dol and I, for one, had fallen in love with it on the net. Oh happy days! We have finally found our forever home! Having lived in the UK, we are used to December being cold, grey and invariably wet, so to have warm sunshine was an absolute delight! As the sunset we would draw the curtains, light the fire and settle down for the night, all warm n cozy feeling. Yeah right! The truth is the fire would blaze away, pushing the temperature of the lounge way up and we would be sat in light weight pj bottoms and tee shirts, sweating cobs! Escape from the heat was possible by way of a visit to the bathroom, which as it is constructed of single skinned block, with no windows and only attached to the back of the house with the use of expanding foam remained just a few degrees above freezing!! One of the things we love about Bulgaria is seeing the contrast between the old and new ways of living. This was demonstrated perfectly one day in early December , when I received a phone call from DHL to say they were in the centre of the village with a parcel for us. As I went of to meet them, a horse and cart pulled up outside the gate laden with wood and asked Ed if he wanted it? So whilst I was signing one of these for a blue ray disc ordered from Amazon, Ed was buying wood from a horse and cart! The second Sunday of every month, there is an English market held at the garden centre in Dobrich. You have the odd person doing a car boot type sale selling second hand clothes, books etc, but the main reason people go is for the food stalls. One lady sells English chocolate bars, crisps and sweets. This is our first port of call and after parting with several 10s of leva and suitably laden down with bags full of fruit and nut, toffee crisps, toffee flavoured popcorn, cheese savouries, and wine gums we move on to one of the other stalls to stock up on sauces, spices, weetabix and oxo cubes and gravy granules! Then lastly but not least the frozen food van! As a child growing up I would spend my summers with my Granny in the borders of Scotland in a wee hamlet although calling a row of houses and a couple farms a hamlet is stretching the imagination just a tad! To me it was and always will be a taste of heaven but anyway back to the point! Once a week a grocery van similar to the one in the photo, would come by and my cousin Karen and I would mount the steps with great excitement as we got to spend our pocket money on sweeties! I loved the way the steps and the van moved when ever anyone climbed on or of the steps, I have always looked back with nostalgia at the time spent with my Granny, the grocery, butcher and library vans visiting and to my joy the frozen food man has a van like the one from my childhood! From him, we buy such delights as Cumberland sausages, pukka pies, lamb chops, beef burgers, cheddar cheese, sticky toffee puddings, pickles and on our first visit and it being December, Christmas pudding! Nom, nom, nom! The day before JV had text asking whether they would need puffer jackets or wet weather gear, puffers was our response but on this particular day the sun shone and the temperature was in the high teens and neither was required. Ed and I sat outside enjoying a latte whilst we waited for their plane to land. If, like me, you have a sweet tooth then the caramel latte is to die for! They pour not a shot of caramel syrup but actual molten caramel into the glass!! Where was the snow?? Er, not had any yet, welcome to a warm, sunny Bulgaria! Pressies were distributed around the tree and the house was filled with festive cheer. We had arranged to meet up with my uncle and a few other expats on Christmas Day at the Izida Hotel for a meal, so in true Bulgarian style we had our traditional Christmas dinner of turkey and all the trimmings on Christmas Eve, kindly cooked by my lovely hubbie. The next day, I was up first and could be heard quietly murdering Christmas songs in the kitchen whilst making a brew. This was my way of waking the house up! The alcohol flowed, faces were stuffed with delicious food, the boys were especially festive and chose to try Rudolf, er Soz I mean reindeer, the boys requested reindeer only to be told it was of the menu, must have still been out with Santa on his rounds!! Big thanks to JB for organising it and for allowing 4 strangers to join you! After we had the internet connected and had finished unpacking boxes, life began to take on a sense of normality. We met some of the other expats living in the village and they were able to tell us the name of the vets in Dobrich that speak English, which timber yard to buy wood from, when to expect the energy bill etc, etc, etc. Ed had thought we might need 5 ton of wood, so I googled how to ask for it and practised it in my head all the way to the timber yard, when we got there he threw me right off by saying we should get 3 just as I was in the middle of ordering 5 ton pet tona ot durvo, molya. You said 5! The next day, the wood was duly delivered at the agreed time and the driver very kindly dropped it at the edge of the patio. So although most of it had been stacked we called it a day and headed inside for a well earned drink! During the week Ed needed some rawl plugs, so that we could hang some pictures up. We headed to one of the hardware shops in General Toshevo and luck was on our side, we found them relatively easily on one of those twirly display stands. Thank goodness because I had no idea how to mime a rawl plug! As the shopkeeper approached Ed said he would like The wind was whipping the sea up in to a frenzy and the waves were crashing over both the break water and the sea wall. Perhaps the owner is from Tavistock, or maybe they heard of Sir Francis as a child and wanted to sail the seven seas in search of adventures. Who knows? Not me, but I did feel a certain affinity with Balchik thanks to this tenuous link to my home town! After Ben left, the need for access to the web became paramount. Ed and I tried to obtain it but were told we needed to be residents. Hmmm, panic! My uncle Archie came to our rescue and suggested he could take it out for us, along with mobile phone connection, landline and television, if we were willing to pay the bill. Of course we would!! We agreed to meet in Dobrich on Wednesday 18th of November. It was another wonderful, warm sunny day and after completing all the necessary paperwork with Viacom, we headed for a spot of lunch at a nearby restaurant. Can you imagine sitting outside enjoying a pizza and a latte in the middle of November in the UK? Neither could we but there we were sitting in 19c sunshine in the middle of November! He had arrived safely on Koh Toa and was sharing an apartment with a fellow student from China who he had met on the ferry over from Koh Samui. True to their word, at the 3pm we had a call on our newly acquired telephone to say they were in the middle of the village. Ed went to meet them. Within half an hour we had satellite television! Our excitement soon died, when we realised just how slow the Internet was. For weeks I could be heard muttering slooooow internet is better than no internet, slow internet is better than no internet. The following month when we went to pay the bill, we complained. The guy in the shop checked the coverage for the village and said it was 2g and to check what the dongle was set to. We went home and checked, the dongle was set at 3G, we changed it and low and behold we had quicker internet. The next time we were in Dobrich we headed back to Vivacom and the lady serving us, apologised and said things would be better in January as they were rolling out 4G……hmmmmm? When we went to pay the bill this week 10th Jan and to increase our TV package to include HBO and the sports channels we were served by the same chap as in December. He foolishly asked whether our internet was any better….. He said he would make a complaint but had we tried moving the dongle nearer the window? How was it then? Have I mentioned the Bulgarians have a wicked sense of humour? When we got home Ed tried moving the dongle to the top of a unit next to the window and et voila! We had super fast internet!! We moved it across the room to the top of the bookcases and as luck would have it, we still had a good connection, yay. As I sit here at the end of another bright, cold, sunny, winters day, with the curtains drawn and the fire blazing contemplating what to write about, it dawned on me that it was Monday! The freedom of not being tied into a job to pay the bills is really quite liberating. Today, the only sound disturbing the peace was a donkey braying extremely loudly from the other side of the village, it was even louder than the various cockerels around the village that normally try to out cockadoodle do each other! Life in the village, at least for us, is peaceful and stress free as Ed pointed out the only stress he has now is wondering if he has enough beer in! They are all in their 70s and 80s, 4 feet nothing with twinkling blue eyes, some bent over with arthritis and their days are filled with tending to their chickens, goats, vegetables and chopping their fire wood into kindling. As da means yes! Early one morning, not long after the dogs had arrived, when I was up letting the dogs out and admiring the view and the peace, I heard someone calling, I looked up to locate the source of the noise and there was Baba Rueski at the fence. At the same time as I spotted her so did, Asbach, who let out one of her deep chested woofs and galloped towards her. I have never in my life seen a tiny old lady, in long skirts move so quick! Quick as a flash she was back through the gate that leads from her side garden which borders ours and into her house. I called the dogs and put them in doors and wandered across the field our garden! She came bearing gifts, a bag of cakes, a big bunch of cut chrysanthemums and a chrysanthemum plant as a welcome present. After the introductions, she in Bulgarian and me speaking English, I thought she said she was from Dobrich, transpires several weeks later and no sign of her that she has gone to stay in Dobrich with her family for the winter! After that I started using smaller bags and still shake their contents into the bin, never again do I want to upset the locals!! I also snuck out wearing plastic gloves one evening and ripped all the old black bags open as best I could! Every evening, just as the sun is setting, the jackdaws and rooks start flocking together prior to roosting and give the most amazing aerobatic display. Life here has a much gentler pace to it, governed by the seasons and so far we are all loving it. Following the arrival of the removals, we were busy unpacking what we needed and storing the rest in either the basement or the cellar. Mums room was priority as she had brought all her bedroom furniture with her. This meant Ben had his own space and a proper bed as he had been sleeping in the lounge on a sofa bed, poor kid! On Wednesday, Ed and I went in search of a fire and more by luck than judgement stumbled across Temax. We were passed it before it registered that it was a DIY store and so like many of the locals we pulled onto the pavement between two trees and walked back. Ah ha! They did have fires and they looked more sturdy than the ones in Mr B! Good , we went to pick up some kindling.. Rather chuffed with ourselves we headed for home. Around two, the Russian builder appeared, he seemed satisfied with our purchase and indicated that it should be lit first outside as it would give off a lot of fumes. By the time they got back to the house it was starting to get dark and the Russian said he would be back on Friday to fit it. Thinking, a small would be just be one piece, he asked for a large one. We were told it would take 20 minutes so we headed back to the car. Collapsing into giggles Ben said he thought it was another lady speaking until he looked up! Poor lad did have an incredibly high voice. Friday, true to his word the Russian builder returned and began to drill the hole through the wall. One drill bit was quickly ruined and he went to fetch another one. It soon became apparent why his first drill bit died a sudden death, he was drilling where not one but two reinforcing metal rods were located in the wall. Did we want him to cut through them! Er, no! Hole relocated a couple of inches and this time no metal rods, yay! We had a lovely couple of hours with Archie and Lorelle before heading home and finally lighting the fire! Harvey was especially happy as you can see! Mum who had got it into her head that Bulgaria was devoid of decent shops and been buying clothes and bedding like it was going out of fashion all year, was suitably impressed! It was tiny and apart from a few pairs of jeans was filled with their smart, work wear collection, grrrr! After a bite to eat we headed home to help Ben pack for his four month sojourn to Ko Toh, where he was to undertake his training as a PADI Staff IDC when qualified he will be able to train other people as instructors jammy bugger! We were up early the next day, as Ed and Ben had a long drive to Sophia. I got up to say au revoir and wish him a safe trip, with lots of long hugs and let me know your safe before I finally let go and waved them off. Later that morning, mum and I ventured round to the village post office to see if we had any post and the electricity bill. I showed my passport to the lady in the post office and whilst pointing to the energy bills on her desk asked if I had one? She kept on asking and mum and I began backing out of the office before making good our escape! The day passed and as the sunset. The patio doors, temperamental at the best of times, refused to open, I opened the window and suggested we should vacate to the garden, which we did all bar Tizzy the pug. We tried calling her to no avail, so I went back into the house to find her. The smoke was so thick my eyes were smarting and my throat stung. I found Tiz curled up on the floor and chased her outside. Once, the smoke had cleared we returned and the fire seemed to be behaving, until the time came to throw on another heat log when it began to behave in a very strange manor. It would blaze and then die down and start smoking, then blaze and fade again all the while pouring thick, black smoke out of every orifice! I, again, suggested we retreat to the garden, threw open the window and called the dogs and led them through the house and put them in the garden before heading to the bathroom. When I did go outside only the dogs were there. I walked round the outside of the house calling for mum, no reply. When I reached the living room window I peered inside and there she was stood in the middle of the room flapping her arms around, surrounded by dense smoke! I yelled to her to get out! Eventually the fire settled down and the room cleared so we went back in and decided to let the fire die! Where was my hubby, the fire Meister when we needed him?! He finally arrived home after 9pm having left home at 7am. Transpires alright Ed realised the wind had changed direction and was blowing the smoke back down the chimney, thanks to the stupid bend that we had been advised would work as a topper! Needless to say we have since bought a proper end for it!! Our first morning in Bulgaria and I was up at 6, which is 4am UK time!!! I know I we had a lot to do and that I was excited at the prospect of seeing the dogs but 4am, really?? We left and went next door to Techno-polis to look at their oil fired electric heaters. We pointed out one or two heaters and he shook his head and said if we could wait till next weekend they would have a supply of Tessie heaters and they were better. Can you imagine a salesperson in the UK being that honest? Next stop was Kaufland for a spot of food shopping. This involved a lot of pointing and holding up of fingers no! Not a two fingered salute! Then home before heading of to Geshanovo to meet up with another builder and an architect. We discussed our plans and were told no problem, but had we considered knocking it down and moving it to the back of the plot so that it was south facing? It could also proove difficult getting in and out when it snowed. Further, thought was required. Back at home, we had a text from the Pet Chauffiers to say the fog was still hampering their progress and hoped to be with us by midnight……sound familiar? It was a cold night and so we lit a fire in the kitchen, using cardboard for fuel! Ed suggested they go further down and cross over at Constanta as this was only an hour from us. A little while later we went to bed, just ever so slightly worried about the dogs…….. Skip to content. The annexe had a tree growing up through the open area and Ed put his foot through the floor in the enclosed living area! Older posts. Subscribe Subscribed. Upsticks and move to Bulgaria. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now. Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website. 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