Trucking to Romania: We find out today that three of our group, including Dave, have failed their security check for getting visas to Iran. There is no apparent reason, the most likely being that they chose to randomly deny a few of us visas as some sort of token gesture of political hostility toward Britain.
We camp by what seems to be a disused train station, with weeds surrounding the platform and dirty decaying waiting area, which several of us choose to camp in. It turns out that this disused train station actually has trains coming through it every hour or so, our tents bemusing the local commuters and, for that matter, the train drivers, who press their horns as they come through.
I am regularly awoken by the trains and thoughts of contacting the Inland Revenue, for some reason.
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