bulgaria.

a couple of months ago, i went on a little week long filming mission to eastern europe, a little country called bulgaria. the city: sofia.

there is one skate spot in bulgaria. most of the city is run down and very old.

but bulgaria was cheap, had great food, great beers, and the one spot it has is amazing!

here's a water fountain.

here's louie skidding his tail across the nicest bank over stairs.

louie and his cannon

this little rat bastard kept borrowing people's boards and skating them into sand. i had to get all sneaky so i could get a pic of his neck tat that was given to him when he was a wee baby, from what i understood. then he just flashed it at me so i could snap one off.

from then on, he wouldn't leave me alone and kept making these sad faces and saying how starving he was.

well, rat...maybe if you were a little nicer of a gypsy, i would have given you a coin. but since you kept blowing smoke and saliva strands in my face, i give you nothing. he blew some into some old woman's dog's face, as well.

octavio is from the canary islands. he can fakie flip high.

all the little corner stoes are set into the ground. octavio ordering some water.

louie and wiener man. i told louie how steve and i vowed never to eat hotdogs again, but had to give in to temptation on this one. i mean, look at how happy this guy is!

prepping for some festival.

art.

old commie statue. the city encourages skating here, graffiti, and destruction of this thing, to remind the russians that they aren't scared.

louie loves war.

they even had a really good skate park there!

our hostel. i think this was my first, and it was awesome. hostel mostel is it's name, and it's only about ten bucks a night, free spaghetti, and they have tons of 3 liter beers there to keep filling you up.

louie leaving our hostel. note that it's the greenest place in the city, all tucked away in the bowls.

a church. and that thing on the left is a traffic tower that some guy sits in all day pretending he's a photo radar. except when someone speeds through or runs the reds, he puts on his binoculars and jots down their plate number.

lucky fish

cruisin' from spot to spot with my 50 cent liter.

marce got himself an old accordian from street vendors.

there was a car on fire for this weird ceremony, and they sprayed everything except the car.

they thought we were leaving one day, so when we told them we were staying, they'd already booked our room for others. so we were sent to the attic, where some chinese guy ate candy and stared at me through closed eyes at five in the morning, old men were snoring, it smelled like feet, and some nasty english lady kept pulling up all my personal information.

there were an abundance of felines at this place. the one drawback.

airport wall art. bulgaria.

europe on one side.

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