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“Bulgaria, I reflected as I walked back to the hotel, isn’t a country; it’s a near-death experience.”

Quote by Bill Bryson

Book:Neither here nor there: travels in Europe

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Neither here nor there: travels in Europe

This book offers a personal account of the author's adventures and insights while exploring various European destinations. It includes descriptions of landscapes, cultures, and historical sites encountered during the trip. more

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Bill Bryson, born on December 8, 1951, is a British author known for his humorous and knowledgeable writing. His works span across various fields, including travel literature, natural history, and science popularization. more

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