Minerva Bucharest

... go, but I didn’t think I’d live to see it. It’s the old Irish guy; I know it. He cl*ims to be buying timber, but seems to be drinking the profits. Why else would he be st*ying in * hostel? At le*st it helps *llevi*te *ny feelings th*t I’m * loser. He *nd Hern*ndo both *re fumbling *round p*tching de*ls together just like I used to. But for the gr*ce of God, there go I. It’s time to go c*tch my bus.

... ca recesiunea a lovit si Romania, in momentul in care am cumparat acest bilet de avion (cu aterizare in Rio de Janeiro si intoarcere din Lima - Peru) ea, criza, era departe de noi si putin probabil sa ne loveasca. Asta e, acum sper ca de foame nu o sa murim la intoarcere dar de dorul lui Vlad sigur. Este prima postare pe blog, mai mult pentru a ma obisnui cu el si cu toate chestiile pe care le are. Sper ...

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... balloons. I defenitely would not be missed on the road today, which looking back at it now, was a very good thing. Today i would say was the craziest day sofar...totally mad, as we had moved out of the Carpatian mountains and were now making our way to Bucharest the tour company decided that the best way to get there was following the highway 7.. Not sure if they will go for that option next year, it was totally mad (have I used that word already?) I dont think I have ...

... building where Ceausescu spent $10bn in 1980's, but was too late to go round so walked down the main boulevard where a whole district was flattened including monasteries moved on rails to create. Fantastic fountains working but in need of repair, another monastery cramped in by communist style buildings, a fast food restaurant called Sheriffs next to desolated building and into the old town and found a locals bar. Beer cheap, a few smashed people ...

... and it was relatively direct, but did not work well in Europe - in Hungary alone we traveled 600k rather than the 400 we anticipated. We had figured to take a bus or train, but this is actually tricky; there's not much ground transport from the EU into Turkey, it can be done, but long story short, we biked back out the highway on Weds after 2 weeks in Romania and flew to Istanbul. In the first 6 hours of Istanbul, in a 3 block radius, I've already taken more pictures than the ...

... or so and got a little surly myself as my arms were buffeted and grabbed. I made it back to Universitii Square and headed down towards the area where my hotel was. The beggars were lighter here, but the pimps more numerous and aggressive- and the streetlights far fewer and blocks of darkness far longer. Ok, frankly, I was scared. I got back to main street off of which my dinky hotel lies- and made for the Novotel. A new brightly lit building with a doorman, I shook off a ...

... all this, Marty discovered that he had left his backpack behind, and we had to go back for it. We arrived at the bus terminal, breathless, just in time to sit in the bus for 30 minutes waiting for it to leave. Glad we hurried. The overnight bus was a double-decker, complete with such ammenities as air conditioning and speakers above every seat. The speakers were blasting unforgiveably bad Eastern European pop, but this was a relief after ...

... people with little shiny digital cameras around their necks!!!! We also saw the monastary and went for a meal at a Serbian restaurant which had (for some unknown reason) a heavily sedated lion cub out the front which, for a fee, you could have a photo with. Being stingy Australians (and against animal cruelty ofcourse!) we didn't pay anything, but couldn't help but give the cub a pat. Sinaia was beautiful. All the hills were orange as ...

... wine, you can get a $50 bottle of wine for $8!!!!!! This is our last night in Romania, we leave for Budapest in the morning (we arrive via train at 7 P.M.) and we are quite excited for that despite how sad we are about leaving our Romania. We are going to spend a full day at the Hungarian Baths being steamed, oiled, massaged, and whatever the hell else you do in an Hungarian Bath. Oh yeah, Romanians love their wood folks, woodworking is the thing to do when in Romania.