Nelisse One Bucharest

... si-au gasit locul intr-un cort, in mijlocul unei parcari care vrea sa prezinte ofertele auto ale sezonului. Deci ar fi cam un targ mixt auto si imobiliar in acelasi timp.

Traversez parcarea care prezinta cateva berline, cateva jeepuri, un cabriolet decapotabil si o barca cu motor pentru smecherii de Bucuresti si intru in sfarsit in cortul ce gazduieste targul imobiliar.

Marele targ cuprinde vreo douazeci de firme, mai mult sau mai putin imobiliare ...

... in the broken vehicle that we havedrove through Europe with. Jon and I were not up for anything, it was an exhausting day of driving though the country, visited my aunt and godmother in Tirgu Mures (Marosvasarhely in Hungarian), and we went to the local Pizza shop, picked up two pizzas, then to the local mini mart and picked up 4 local beers each, totalling 4 pounds, and we were told we would get a pound back if we returned the glasses.

So ...

... on into our carriage we found our compartment. There were two girls in there and another guy. They had loads of food - sandwiches, pizza etc. We got to know the girls on the journey they were both half-Canadian, half-Romanian and had been in the country together on holiday for a month and were going to Budapest for a break. The other guy in the carriage was a young Romanian guy but he couldnt speak much English... We we able to play Perudo again and I WON! wheey! But yeah ...

... expected surprise because we had the chance of catching up with all of the 4 GSE girls that came to England. Dan Past President of the Atheneum club, owner of the hotel that hosted us and the Bus that drove us anywhere during our stay there introduced us to the club, and Anca, Vice President of the club formally started the meeting: 25 minutes of "District 1090 GSE team" presentations about our team, trip, impressions about ...

... to start in 15 minutes. Forty-five minutes later a man came out and said that the English tour would be starting momentarily and only 25 people were allowed in. Well, there was about twice that and everyone stormed up to the front. People were pushing and yelling at each other. Kim and I got out of the craziness and were told that another English tour would be starting in 5-10 minutes. About an hour later, we asked for our money back and got the hell out of there ...

... is the car very nice, so it proves once again that you get what you pay for. Back at the hotel I decide who is getting what books and what CD's, then iron my shirt for tonight's dinner and shower and shave. I'm ready to roll. I had on my program that the dinner would be at a particular restaurant, and I had announced which restaurant to my clients at dinner last night. However, we pull up unexpectedly to one called the "Count Dracula Club." I specifically asked that we not have ...

... American, and him asking me where I'd been for the last three hours. As I still had my money and cigarettes, I had to conclude that I was probably asleep. No matter. We headed home via a bakery, and woke up the poor girl at the hostel in charge of honouring their 'no curfew' rule. Then we sat and discussed our evenings. With my mysterious memory loss I had faired fairly well in the scheme of things. Vinny had misinvested several hours talking to a lesbian ...

After a great day in Bran and Brasov we took a train back to Bucharest, took a shower, got changed and went to a gayclub called IMPACT. on the way there we were followed by a scary man, later by stray dogs that u find everywhere. These dogs sounded pretty dangerous and we were pretty scared! We also had a discussion with the taxi-driver who ripped us off. In the end we found the club, got very drunk, and misbehaved badly :-) Next day we were to take a train to Moldova all hungover!!

... that other monument to national virility--the Pentagon. Strangely enough, construction of Ceaucescu's edifice is still ongoing and it's a mystery to locals as to where the funds for its completion are coming from. The interior of the Palace of Parliament makes you feel like a midget. That was probably Ceaucescu's intention. The vast corridors turn into ballrooms so large they feel like natural spaces, all of which now ...

... pork. This was revolting! So fatty. I even crunched down on a couple pieces of bone. Finally, to our dismay, she appeared with yet ANOTHER polenta dish with the same cheese and fried egg, this time with unrecognizable chunks of meat in the sauce. We felt ill and said the words for "too much!" The whole thing cost 330,000 lei, equivalent to $22 Canadian after the tip, so I guess it was cheap but we'd rather spend much less. And eat less too for that matter.