Thankfully there is a night train to Belgrade, Serbia, my next destination. My excitement quickly diminished with a few stories:

1. It smells like pee.

2. A guy from the hostel is on the train. Bulgarian police search his train car and find assault rifles and shotguns hidden in the ceiling. Guy pleads they’re not his as the police calmly ignore him and confiscate the fire arms because apparently this smuggling is normal.

3. Girl from hostel. 30 minutes into a train ride the driver realizes he is going the wrong direction and driving to Hungary instead of Bulgaria. His wrong guess (between east or west) resulted in an extra two hours added to the journey.

4. And the last story is… there wasn’t a last story. Everyone kept going…

ugh.