NH Bucharest

When I say everything happens for a reason, I am speaking from the experience that I had when I was going to Bucharest to go to Scotland....<br> <br> There was a problem getting myself from Pitesti to the airport because it is a long way. There was no one that was able to drive me early morning to the airport in the capitol city of Romania. Most of the trainees were leaving on consecutive days of the week. The only person who was willing to drive already promised Olya, my roommate, to ...

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... I had a fairly clear sightseeing route in my head. I'd poured over the map the night before- I knew exactly where I was going. Within five minutes I was totally lost. Considering how intricate my map of Bucharest is, that's quite an achievement. Luckily, more through good fortune than anything else I discovered where I was and followed the little trickling river down to the park in front of the Palace of Parliament. It's a truly monstrous place, the second ...

... came to a standstill when 40 cyclists arrived in town, we dont know wether they are famous or when they are from but they must be important as the were escorted by the police through town!.... ;-) Once I had showered and was ready, I met Juan a very good friend who still lives in Bucharest (one week a month, or so he says...) and went out for a bite to eat at Piccolo Mondo, a Lebanese restauarant we used to go to often. It used to be an old tired looking place ...

... him to all the sites I'd been to but he refused to cycle on the road, and then to the arch de triumph and nearby beautiful park. We wanted to stay longer but he had to get his train then flight so I dropped him off near Gare de Nord and I went back to the hostel. Invited guest who may have been the owner looking bored watching TV out for a drink but he refused. Asked receptionist for recommended restaurant and she said the best was by the Hilton ...

... the zero those extra 3 times), to .156 (huh???). ~ As was bound to happen, the more we travel, the more we learn of places we didn't see, didn't go, and should come back to. Reminds me of the U2 song 'City of Blinding Lights' (off of Vertigo): The more you see the less you know The less you find out as you go I knew much more then than I do now So now we're in Turkey for the next 3 weeks, the first week in Istanbul, and then as much of the west / southwest coastal area as we can see in 2 weeks ciao M&lt;

... could tell little difference of one from another and ended up with sausage, yogurt, bread, small cucumbers and tomato. I paid extra for my second cup of coffee. From there, shower in the shared bathroom- really not that bad. It's, well, a shared bathroom for the floor. It was empty, I went in and showered and I left. Not that bad. I dressed and immediately headed to the Metro to go to the train station to get a ticket out of town. I went into Metro (none of the escalators ...

... 15 minutes, trying to figure out the best course of action. The plan that was shaping up was this: Mart was going to give me one of his bank cards and access to his and Andrea's accounts until I got home, when I could mail him back the card and pay them back. This is an example of a good friend. I am sure glad we took that much time to come to a conclusion, because after about 15 minutes, the machine suddenly spat out my card, and started ...

... Well we're off to take Lauren from GAP off to our local pizza place for a pizza and beer in the hope of buttering her up for her class inspection tomorrow (She's coming to watch my 10E class.....eeeep!!!) She's nice though and rumor has it she doesn't like Cathy, so the whole group loves her for that alone. Photos coming soon...I promise. And now that I have a camera again, you will be bombarded with masterpieces of my own creation. Pa! Reece.

Ach, herrlich, fast in der EU zu sein. Schoene Gruesse aus Rumaenien, dem Land der vollstaendigen Vielfalt, der grossartigen Gastfeundschaft, der xagenhaften Xenophobie, der absoluten Armut, der angeberischen Autos, der bergigen Berge, des meerigen Meers, der lieblichen Landschaft, der unverbluemten Umweltverschmutzung. Nach netten Tagen in Cluj musste ich wieder an die Abreise denken. Der Weg mit erhobenem Daumen bis Bukarest? Sehr lang, teuer (hier bezahlt man pro Auto etwa 3 ...