Calea Victoriei Residence
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We left the city of Bucharest and made our way to the Alta our Viking Long Ship. We got on board got our stateroom number and Milutin, our stateroom steward showed us to our room and explained some of the features of the room and left us to unpack. What a joy to finally after all of our travel to date we had the opportunity to completely unload our suit cases and ...
... Once they figured out I was American, they switched right over to English. There were no misunderstandings as a result. Furthermore, the most forward a man got was taking my wrist and trying to pull me towards him after I said I just wanted to dance with my friends. When I said no again, he actually gave me a thumbs up before leaving, like “Oh okay, that’s cool, I got you.” It was great.
Over the course of the evening we went back upstairs a ...
... the race hadn't started! We found the starting place (see the sports oval type area on left of map) - lots and lots of cyclists. We watched the start at 10am and checked back there at 11.15, but nobody had finished.
The road at the bottom of the map is through the trees - slightly elevated, so great views of the town.
Taxi back to the hotel and checked out at midday.
Good job we spent that 6 lei (less than $2) to reserve seats on ...
... right along the Canal. We had ridden quite hilly highway instead. From the train, the bike trail appeared pretty rough, so a trade-off, hills or potholes and gravel.
We passed by Cernavoda and the stretch of the toll-road we had cycled on illegally. We even spotted the three "working girls" on the same spot, as if they hadn't moved.
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We arrived in Bucharest just as it was getting dark at 8 pm. ...
... moldovan language is Romanian. Then went to a historic church complex in caves in an amazing ridge formed where a river does a u-turn when it runs into rocks it can't get through. Nice old priest let me take his photo. Then we went for lunch at the drivers home in a village, cooked by his wife. Quite primitive, outside hole in the ground loo, kitchen separate from the house, huge garden full of veg, and chickens. Chicken noodle soup then ...