Sunny Beach

04/08/15 – 07/08/15


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5km of parasols.

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The main promenade.

This is going to be a short post, because I don’t have much to say. We don’t like Sunny Beach, and I was always told if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

Maybe I’ll make an exception though, just to explain where I’m coming from.

Things didn’t really get off to a good start, having to catch two trains and two buses (mostly cramped and without air conditioning) to arrive in Sunny Beach. Arriving at the bus station at after 4pm, we quickly realised on the 1km walk to our hotel that this might not be the place for us. There didn’t seem to be much excitement or soul about the place, the streets were a bit dirty plus every single restaurant looked like a tourist trap to be avoided.

We’re checking into Hotel L&B, which seems agreeable enough. There’s a small pool area, a restaurant, our room is big plus it has air conditioning. There’s not too much else to say about it, as it does everything it advertises and not much more. The main negative is that it is quite a fair walk to the main beach, about 15 minutes or so.

Hotel L&B, not a bad experience.
Hotel L&B, not a bad experience.

The first time we walked from L&B to the foreshore that we realised that we’d made a grave error coming here. Like I said, it’s around a 15 minute walk, but it’s 15 minutes of a constant assault of the senses –and I do mean ‘assault’. Every. Single. Restaurant. and bar has someone badgering you to come in, everyone offering the best prices/food/beer in town and everyone selling their soul/grandmother/bodies to get you in the door. On the main promenade of Sunny Beach you literally can’t stand still without someone coming up to you and shoving a flyer in your hand or asking ‘You hungry? You thirsty?’. No, I’m not. I’d rather die of hunger and dehydration than enter your substandard establishment, thanks very much.

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There’s no soul here. It feels like a mix between Kuta beach and maybe Las Vegas. The beach is honestly 5km of parasols, which you have to obviously pay to use. The bins are overflowing, you see the same markets selling the same tat every few metres, and every single building is just another hotel resort. Oh, also the water is not even clean in some parts. There’s some sort of algae growing in parts which does not look appealing. I could go on.

Everyone gone for the day.
Everyone gone for the day.

Sunny Beach is just straight up geared to those seeking an easy, cheap package holiday. It’s full of British families (and worse, English lads on tour), as well as a lot of Russians and Swedish people too. As such, all the restaurants and bars cater to this. I can’t tell you how many places were offering ‘full English breakfast’. Often we’d sit down in a restaurant and the wait staff would put down a bottle of HP sauce straight away. Cheers, bruv.

Sadly, one of the few highlights of our few days here was finding a pub that sold cider on tap, something I’d been craving for a long time now. When knocking back a pint of Magners is the absolute highlight of a town, it’s usually not a good sign.

Look, I know there are obviously people that would enjoy this kind of place –otherwise it wouldn’t have been crawling with tourists. It’s just not for us, and we found out the hard way. In hindsight, we should have probably researched it a bit more, as we knew it was going to be a touristy but just no idea to what degree and that it would be devoid of any kind of culture.

We wanted to escape to the coast for a few days before heading back inland up to Romania. We ended up wanting to escape Sunny Beach and get anywhere else as soon as possible.

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