I am woken up by dogs barking and some of our party coming back from Bucharest at 4am. JC (our truck driver) got ripped off by the taxi driver and is heard screaming out ‘I hate Romanians!’
On the bus to town, we are fined by inspectors as most of us didn’t stamp our tickets when entering the bus. I hadn’t bought a ticket at all. The episode leads to a heated argument between some locals, who defend us as the naive tourists, and the inspectors. The latter leave the bus at the next available stop.
We went to see the Parliament building built by Ceaucescu. The first word for it is massive. We consider going on the guided tour (if you leave the tour to explore on your own, it is a criminal offence according to such and such statute, it warns on the notice boards). However, we need passport ID to buy tickets, so we don’t go in.
Some of the buildings in Bucharest are not so ugly as other Romanian cities, but they are not particularly valued, being disguised behind advertising hoardings or generally decayed. Bucharesti (as spelled locally), still a wee bit communisti.
In the evening there is drinking and haircuts: never a good mixture.
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