Bucuresti Bucharest

... you can connect to the ancient way of life, become one with nature, blah blah blah). The part we most wanted to see, full of communist propaganda from Cea&#537;escu's years, was the only good part. Well, the only good part if you understand Romanian; for some reason, there were no English descriptions in this part and it was lost on us. <br><br>I cannot say I was disappointed to leave Bucharest. It really was one of the most disappointing capital cities I've ever visited. The wild dogs ...

... the food that we were soon to eat and I said it all smelled delicious. We started with chicken noodle soup, home made noodles with large chunks of chicken still on the bone for an even better taste. The three Romanian people in our presence finished their soup with lightening speed and then laughed at us as we slowly savoured the soup and dipped bread into it. The second course was cabbage rolls filled with about 90% ground beef and 10% rice (though as ...

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... that! Right, so we'll go on the next tour - 3.45pm was the next English speaking tour (the person in front had got the last ticket for 1.40pm, which was still a while off, but not half as bad!)! OK we thought, how about a non English tour 'No' the woman on the counter said very helpfully, 'only English tours today' (what you mean all two of them - wow!)! By this point everyone was getting very annoyed (probably cos they'd spent ages ...

... marble tiles are cracked and have large hunks missing. It was like he ordered the Meriton Dictator package and didn't read the contract closely enough. The stilted Engish tour was pretty good, taking us to some amazingly opulent rooms. There's even a nice Australian touch: guests are reminded that with the corpses still warm our very own Rupert Murdoch offered a billion euros for the place to turn it into a hotel and casino. He was turned down, the city ...

... English. They were friendly enough, but very "in the face" and blocking the turn we wanted to take, so on we go. The next turn is much more of a used road than expected, in fact, an amazing amount of traffic, perhaps an event? we were too tired to go find out (a frequent refrain, unfortunately). So back on the main road. We ask one guy on the street about camping, hoping he'll take a hint, but he doesn't. Leaving town, the road goes up, and up, we turn around and in desperation ...

... me. I tried to hand her 2 lie (about .80 cents) but she wouldn't take it. She told me to tell more people to come to Romania. Bucharest is not an attractive city. It's a soviet nightmare. There is garbage on the ground, the buildings are crumbling, and it's ugly. Romania is a poor country. Still, I didn't see many beggars. The ones that I did see were not aggressive at all. This is despite how badly I stood out. I felt like I had ...

... continued to flow in the next cabin, the wind whistled nicely outside, and the scenery melted from blighted urban landscape to friendly pastoral scene. We especially liked the fields and fields of massive sunflowers - a butter yellow sea rippling and murmuring in the distance, and a forest of individual black faces and yellow headdresses closer up. But we couldn't figure out why all the sunflowers seemed to turn their heads away from the direction of the sun - are Eastern European ...

... EU. I have to return to the Aliens Office on Thursday, where I should be presented with my passport and my exit papers. Then, it's off to Bucuresti Nord station, where I'll catch my train to Budapest and my plane to London to meet Prue!!!! :-) My next entry will probably be from somewhere in snowy London (it's freezing cold here at the moment, but hasn't snowed in a couple of weeks). I can't wait to be on the move again! :-) Reece.

... door, well, not so secret. All you had to do was look for the hinges! An Asian room with huge vases from china and a carved teak set of chairs and table made from a single tree. My favorite rooms were the Moorish and Turkish rooms where the men went to have coffee and smoke shishas. They were lavishly decorated in rich colours and tiles and inscriptions from the Koran in the doors. The tour ended at a small theatre for private recitals. I wanted to see ...