Whether you are attracted by the few remaining pristine beaches along the southern Black Sea coast, the quaint if overcommercialised streets of the old towns of Nesebar and Sozopol, or the endless parties at the popular resorts, you are bound to stop in or at least bypass Burgas.
Tourist crowds tend to spoil places and Begliktash is not an exception. Located near Primorsko, on Bulgaria's crowded southern Black Sea coast, the Thracian megalithic shrine gets crammed in the holiday season. There are package tourists, there are independent visitors, and there are garish and sometimes rather kitschy reenactments of ancient Thracian rituals organised by the local authorities.
All fortresses come with their legends, but in Bulgaria few can compete with Kaliakra, near Kavarna, on the northern Black Sea coast.
Autumn nowadays is presented as a time of cosiness, bunches of yellow leaves and everything pumpkin-spiced, but if you are fed up with this saccharine representation of the season, there is a place to go where you can experience autumn in its raw beauty.
The crowd of tourists in flip-flops, faces glowing from sun-burn, is overwhelming. The cries of the touts trying to lure customers into this or that restaurant selling pizza or sweet-sour ducks in small portions at outrageous prices are piercing. Zillions of stalls selling kitschy souvenirs, beach towels, jeans and conveyor-belt-produced marine landscapes cover the walls of the medieval churches and 200-year old houses.
Many tourists are actually wondering what they are doing in Nesebar.
When God created the earth, the Bulgarian legend goes, He gathered all the nations to divide the world among them. To the British, He gave mastership over the seas, while the Swiss received the mountains, the Russians got the great plains, and the Germans took possession of the thick forests. When God ran out of gifts, He noticed that there was a people who were still empty-handed: the humble Bulgarians, languishing at the end of the queue of nations. Baffled, God soon realised what had happened: the Devil had stolen all the best pieces of the earth. The Almighty took everything back, and gave it to the Bulgarians.
Against current backdrop of fresh concrete, decaying pre-fab housing estates it's hard to imagine Burgas used to be quiet, yet urbane
One thing Bulgaria does not have in great abundance is… islands. In fact, there are but a handful of isles, sometime just rocks, off the Bulgarian Black Sea coast, and none of them is permanently inhabited except for the usual lighthouse keeper. However, one of them, near Burgas, has recently been refurbished as a growing tourist attraction.
The Bulgarian southern Black Sea coast might be overdeveloped, but a few corners of pristine nature and immaculate beauty still survive amid the concrete, the lack of proper sewage systems, the hideous new buildings and the jam - packed beaches. Sinemorets, one of the last Bulgarian villages before the border with Turkey, is one of those places.