A week ago I left Bulgaria, which was really sad because I enjoyed its sea, sand and sun much more than expected and had only a couple weeks to enjoy it. I consoled myself with the thought that the place I'll go after Bulgaria will not be worse. And so went I.
First of all, the plane, I mean, its construction, surprised me. People were let in the plane through the door in the middle of its fuselage, and my seats were in the second row from the front of the plane. I was surprised by the fact that the cockpit was not on the same level with the seats for passengers, but, more likely, under it. The front part of the plane, from the inside, looked like this:
When I went to Bulgaria, the flight took only two hours, but the return took an hour more since the plane did not fly straight, above Ukraine. Near one o'clock Saturday night, when the plane was landing, all its passengers could see the great field of lights, which I will fainly share with you.