Started off well. Arrived at our apartment at like 3 in the morning, stopping at the shop en route and getting 3 bottles of 65% rum and beers for the four of us. Stayed up playing cards and getting lashed. Security shouted at us and knocked the door loads, and at about 7 in the morning police come round and told us to shut up. So we went to bed. Next day, chilled out, then in the night went to some bars and got wrecked. Then got some rum on the way home and drank. Secrurity told us off a million times again, and at like 8 in the morning my and one of my mates went to sleep. The other two decided to go for a swim. So they went to the pool with a bottle of rum. To cut a long story short, they ended up fighting 4 member of security and splitting someone's chin open. So they come upstairs and explain it, I go back to sleep. Next thing I know, loud knocking on the door. Then "PASSPORT. SHOW PASSPORT.WE ARE POLICE YOU LISTEN TO US" Anyway, they go after 5 minutes. Next day, we wake up to a note on our door of a 250 euro fine. Then go downstairs to find out the one guy's in hospital and is going to press charges. Friday, he's back in. My two mates go to say sorry blah blah, and he wants 400 lev (£200) for compo. So I said to them, tell him we're going home friday. You want a medical certificate off him, you'll email it to your dad to get it translated. So he's back in Monday (our last day, leaving for the airport at 10 that night) and knocks the door (we're all ridiculously hungover from 25p tequilas.) "I want money today, or go to police after my shift at midnight." so they say fine, we'll email it to my dad and get it translated. Long story short again, we pack, stay away all day, my two mates stay 5 minutes away while us other 2 sneak into the apartment, grab the four suitcases, run down some back alleys to out lift and pick up the other two on the way. Then brick it in the airport for 3 hours untill out flight at 1:05am takes off. The day after it happened was suck a bad day. They thought they were going to bulgarian prison, and we're packing to flee to turkey to fligh home. Bar that, a barrel of laughs. Cheap beer and spirits, beatiful women and lovely weather. Spent £270 for the week and came back with 1000 ciggies. So pretty safe. In other news, I've somehow managed to wear odd shoes to work today. Not as in strange, but as in two shoes from two different pairs. That is all.