[experiencing technical internet difficulties - not at all for a change - photos to follow later]
We didn't really stop in Bulgaria - the overnight train from Bucharest to Istanbul made several stops there, and since the author and daughter dared to disembark and brave one of the extended stops in search of necessary supplies we felt it deserved a pin in the map. From the limited vantage point of the train, and conversations with our fellow passengers, Bulgaria did not strike us as much different from Romania. Perhaps because of the shared border, the Turks seemed particularly disenchanted with Bulgarians and almost seemed to fear them, esp. at the border crossings (maybe it was the company we were keeping in coach). When tempted to form judgments on a country based on observations from a single train ride, we again quickly reminded ourselves of the train ride from Baltimore to Philadelphia.