So a 2 day hitchhike from Craiova to Bucharest created some memorable events, and as always they are the ones you weren’t expecting before.
We had to get up in the crack of dawn on Monday and I don’t mean noon, which is my usually reference to that expression, no I really mean the crack of dawn, 04:00 in the morning.
Chasing the train from Craiova we manage to do in good time, reserved places and all, just that we jumped on the wrong train. Still going our way but our reservations was for the train that in some time passed us, well it got us to a semi-cold Bucharest in good time so that is all that matters.
The hotel let us check in early, thank “whomever you believe in” for that.
The hotel was, how can I put this in a generous way, not that great. The food was expensive, the shower had a tendency to, well shower you in scolding hot water every 2 minutes on the dot and if you ordered a taxi, they just never came.
Well the day turned brighter when we meet a friend had some coffee and they talked and I did what I always do, doodle some, a most relaxing afternoon. Then the rush to our room, change to those cloths I do really hate, the dressed up kind. We had been invited to the Lucia celebration at the Swedish embassy and of course when I heard that my first thought was, “They probably want some paintings from me and my wife”, and they did.
We got there late, no taxis and the one we finally found did not know they way, so we were pretty late to say the least. 2 minutes before the Lucia celebration would start. Lucia and her entourage were some students learning Swedish and they were really good I must say. It is not easy singing in Swedish at all. I then managed to ambush the ambassador, I do apologize for that, and presented her with our paintings which she with grace accepted. Me being in charge of the camera of course means that you will not see any pictures at all, I just forgot.
After eating some food, having some wine, we split the joint, but not before having a nice chat with the woman in charge of the coats, she was very nice.
Not being able to get a taxi the very kind Georgiana Pogonaru offered us a lift. She being the honorary consul for Iceland had some interesting stories to tell and being the nice woman that she is she drove us to the hotel. All the thanks to you Mrs P!
Now the fun started to pick up. Meeting some friends in the old center we check out the market and then headed to a bar for some drinks and food. Me being dressed Swedish style I got haunted by questions if I was not cold, and not I was not, promise!. A most pleasant evening with some jokes thrown around and a totally pleasant time, my kind of time, relaxed and super informal. Thanks Sorin and Viorica, you totally rock you two.
So that ended the Monday, now only Tuesday remained and the journey home.
Checked out of the hotel, not a problem, got a taxi, that was a surprise. The Taxi driver was, shall we say original, he wanted Ceausescu back, to shoot some people, well all to ones own I suppose. He kept our change with a swagger, me being content to still be alive I was happy to concede that money to him.
Having 40 minutes to spend waiting for our next bus we headed to our usual watering hole, Sunrise Pizza. In all honesty it is the friendliest pizzeria in Bucharest and we never miss to go there when we have to wait for the bus. This time we only had time for some drinks, but I have had their pizza and it is really good. If you are waiting for your bus or just in the neighborhood pay them a visit, they really make the place feel friendly right after you step in through the door. Of course I made a drawing for them, I can’t help myself, a kind of tick I have I suppose.
And that was about it. Now at home, feeling comfortable I sit and write this text with a strong cup of coffee next to me. Soon we will watch “You, me and the apocalypse”, perfect series to watch and have a cuddle with my wife.