K+K Elisabeta Bucharest

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... nor figure out if there was a bus). Traffic is not good from the airport. There seems to be a ton of construction on the roads. It didn't bother me as I was just gawking out the window at the sites. The hotel I stayed at was beautiful. I stayed on the fifth floor and it had a balcony looking out over a piata and I could even see the parliament building. I have to say that this place was a perfect location. I think it was only a 5 minute walk to the parliament building and in the ...

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... The first impression was "Wow...this is definitely a Soviet/Communist era city". I didnt take any pictures yet bc I was so focused on finding the hostel bf dark hahaha. We got here and met some Aussies and went to dinner and had a great conversation about politics, culture, travel...you know..the things ppl traveling through hostels have in common. We're ...

... through an intersection where we pedestrians were trying to cross on a green man light. What a mess. Nerves frayed from risking my neck above ground, I descended to the metro. After Kiev, Bucharest's metro is just depressing. For starters, it's far too shallow and you're quite likely to wait nine minutes for a train. Once one comes, it's just too modern and sealed - no rattling or ear popping here. Each station stop seems interminable for the number of people getting on and off and ...

... It's horribly noisy from the road, the Police catch Gretchen washing dishes and give her a good talking to - all in Romanian - so we don't know if we've been warned, kicked out or what. So we stay, but sleep is limited and jittery, but in an odd stroke of fortune, the dog which wanders over guards us all night with almost no barking, begging, or biting. amazing. So ends the birthday saga. The next day went about as badly, with way too many km's dropping out of the beautiful ...

... corner recommended by the front desk lady (who is nice). Restaurant was 'authentic' and quite quite empty- as only person there I had quick service- braised cabbage (yes, I like cabbage) and sausage. I then walked to get my bearings. I wasn't too impressed with the city, but it being a Sunday afternoon and me being tired I tried not to judge too hastily. I first explored my area, looking for an internet café and was unlucky for a while- most of Bucharest, indeed, being offline. So ...

... but at the time of the signing, he couldn't say what he planned to do with it. Apparently, a few days of thought had brought him to the conclusion that the best thing to do was to sell it back to the Romanian government - for thirty million Euros. In the same papers, we read that the EU had recently loaned the Romanian government one hundred million Euros for various in-country programs. If we were Europeans, we'd be furious. That night, we had our one and only Romanian meal, which ...

... for a couple of weeks to visit. The delightful Joan took no time to critisise Em and I about our new piercings, like only a mother can. Today is another lazy day in Bucharest, but later on Jemima, C2, Joan, and I might head out to the Palace of Parliament, and then have a look for Ceaucescu's grave (he was the Communist leader here who was killed by firing squad back in 1989). 5 weeks until Christmas holdidays!!! YAY!!! :-) Snowy photos will be up in the next couple of days! Reece.

... our vote as one of the must-sees of our trip thus far!! A true fairy-tale with turrets, secret passage-ways and rooms themed and crammed with treasures from Japan to Iran (furniture which took 100 years to carve and a stair-case so ornate it was never used!). On hearing that Moldova houses the largest wine cellar in the world (kilometres upon kilometres of the stuff) I nearly turned giddy although, because this little gem was ...