One day out of the life of President Bush

Budapest airport, time for a transfer. Had just enough time to run through the customs and all the very strict handbag checks, it was already time for boarding. Ran through the boarding pass check, down the stairs to the bus that would bring us to the next plane. And of we go, in front of me I saw a couple of planes, and indeed the bus aimed right at the plane that I was most afraid of. It was very very small, I could hardly stand up straight. It was a…let me think…I was trying to remember it for the people who know more about planes than I do…a Bombardier CJ something 200. For everyone that doesn’t know anything about airplanes like me, believe me it was small. In total only 48 seats. Really like Arriva in the Air.
But there was one thing that I extremely liked about this plane, the door/stairs. The door of this plane is a stairs at the same time. So no stairs on wheels that I was used to. When I stepped out of the plane a picture came into my mind. When President Bush is going to some foreign country he always arrives with a plane that has a door/stairs like this. For a moment, on that stairs, I was feeling really important. That moment didn’t last long since I noticed that there were no big crowds, instead, only the small airport of Varna.
There’s one more thing that always catches my attention when I’m flying and I still didn’t find the answer to. It doesn’t matter where you take a plane, it can be in China, Thailand, Vietnam or Hungary (ok I see one similarity, the English level in all those countries is not very good) I can never distinguish when the purser is talking in her own language or English. It sounds the same through the speakers. Yesterday it was like this…….some Eastern European music in the background…..hssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss (sound of the speaker)…………..good mornink ladis nd gentlemin…….hssssssssssssssssssss………….irski pa dusca I musus…………. Right I also didn’t have a clue.
Now in Dobrich, Saturday so expected some crowds. But no, it’s no Bangkok and also doesn’t come close to Beijing. Actually it is extremely quiet here in winter. I guess I am almost the only foreigner here. Again much taller and more red than the others.
Todor (rector of the college) told me that getting into a plane to Bulgaria is actually a trip on a time machine. People still live here in the way that Western Europe used to live in the early 80ies. I already spotted some pieces of my favourite car ever, Lada!
What’s left? Some practical matters, I am not able to access my hotmail or groupwise from my room just yet. The IT guy installed the Internet in my room this morning, I can access almost every website apart from the most important ones. But they’re working on it, so don’t be disappointed when I don’t reply immediately.

Dovizhdane!