Dinner. When touring alone, it’s my least favourite meal of the day. I hate going right into a restaurant and sitting on my own; being surrounded by {couples} and teams of three, 4, 5 or extra; after which having to eat on their lonesome with nobody to speak to. I believe it’s type of embarrassing and likewise considerably miserable. So as an alternative of consuming out, I usually instances ask if I can get the meals to go. And that’s precisely what I did throughout my first night time in Byala, Bulgaria. I discovered a crowded street-side cafe and requested the waitress if I might get a big vegetarian pizza to go. “No drawback,” she stated. So I unhappy down at one of many tables and waited for over an hour earlier than my pizza lastly arrived. When it got here out, it wasn’t in a field such as you would possibly anticipate, however lower in half and positioned inside two separate, multi-colored plastic luggage. The pizza tasted simply wonderful, however the presentation made it apparent that pizza to go was not a regular request at this explicit Bulgarian eatery.