So I went for a walk with a lovely Aussie girl I met at the hostel to reach a couple monuments nestled in the surrounding trees. It was lovely chatting and soaking up the relaxed beautiful atmosphere. Where Romania had rolling and flowing green hills and landscape, Bulgaria is a lot more ‘textured’. The mountains are a little more knobbly, with outcrops of rock peeking through the trees. It’s stunning here.
Later that evening I was lucky enough to catch some of the light show that highlighted the church. It took a second for me to realise the bells were ringing so ran outside to be greeted by the church up on the hill flashing red, green, blue. A lovely little finish to my stay in Veliko Tarnovo (or VT as the locals call it).