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Part 5: from Bucharest to Mangalia

30th of April 2004•17:12 hours

My first impression of Bucarest was not so well. OKAY, I managed to find a place to sleep. The hotel that was mentioned in the Lonely Planet had been taken over meanwhile and the price had doubled, but a neat woman asked ‘camere?’ and brought me to a house in quiet little streetjust around the corner. Afterwards I walked full of hope into the city passing badly relieved streets. Everywhere street dogs were running, all people were looking suspiciously at me and where is the centre? The whole city seemed as much as one large spoiled suburb. Until I hear loud music noise and I end up on a full square with live a concert. So nevertheless there is something to do here. Looking and walking around furthermore I end up in social alternative jazzclub – Green Hours – in a cellar with nice experimental live jazz music. I meet a couple of culturally interested folks of my age who can speak English. They tell me that I also should go to Tipsy, a new trendy bar Tipsy is established in a beautiful old villa on the edge of the park. The interior looks promising and sultrily, unfortunately the place remains rather empty and people are only busy with their coctail and they are not my type, so I decide to move to another place. According to my guide a gaybar used to be on the other side of the street, but it already has disappeared.

On the website of Virtual Tourist I got the tip to visit Maxx discotheque. After a long run along a channelled river I arrive in the student district with numerous cafees and discotheques, of which Maxx is the largest. Inside a boyband is singing and it is already quite full. Two sparingly dressed ladies make an erotic performance and later also men with naked udder come on the stage. Music is being heard from swinging Rumanian disco and remakes of eighties hits. Soon I find myself dancing with beautiful Rumanian girl, with a gorious body. We dance all the time more and more intimately and when the music gets too noisy I buy a drink for her and we go sit outside. She speaks fluently English and works in the environmental and health business. When we are back on the dancing floor she can no longer be prevented from ambracing me while we keep on dancing. When I touch her I get excited and we kiss but I feel myself guilty and decide to leave. She wants me to go with her and manages to let me stay until half past three.

There is not much more to tell about Bucharest. A large chaotic city in which the high communist buildings are the only structural element. Architecture is, however, different than in many other Eastern-European cities: it looks all more monumental and more mondaine. Many small hidden orthodox churches nevertheless turn the roundwalk into something surprising. Unfortunately most museums were closed, but the French baroque ‘ Cantacuzino Palace’ where the musician George Enescu had lived, is open. When I pick up my backpack at my host’s place, I find out that she has prepared a delicious meal for me. On the station a guarding official helps me to get a train ticket with reservation to earn and extra cent. The intercity train to Mangalia is a modern Talent-train with dense windows where everyone next to me is smoking. My eyes are hurting from it so I will now look for another place in the train.

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Part 5: from Bucharest to Mangalia

30th of April 2004•17:12 hours

My first impression of Bucarest was not so well. OKAY, I managed to find a place to sleep. The hotel that was mentioned in the Lonely Planet had been taken over meanwhile and the price had doubled, but a neat woman asked ‘camere?’ and brought me to a house in quiet little streetjust around the corner. Afterwards I walked full of hope into the city passing badly relieved streets. Everywhere street dogs were running, all people were looking suspiciously at me and where is the centre? The whole city seemed as much as one large spoiled suburb. Until I hear loud music noise and I end up on a full square with live a concert. So nevertheless there is something to do here. Looking and walking around furthermore I end up in social alternative jazzclub – Green Hours – in a cellar with nice experimental live jazz music. I meet a couple of culturally interested folks of my age who can speak English. They tell me that I also should go to Tipsy, a new trendy bar Tipsy is established in a beautiful old villa on the edge of the park. The interior looks promising and sultrily, unfortunately the place remains rather empty and people are only busy with their coctail and they are not my type, so I decide to move to another place. According to my guide a gaybar used to be on the other side of the street, but it already has disappeared.

On the website of Virtual Tourist I got the tip to visit Maxx discotheque. After a long run along a channelled river I arrive in the student district with numerous cafees and discotheques, of which Maxx is the largest. Inside a boyband is singing and it is already quite full. Two sparingly dressed ladies make an erotic performance and later also men with naked udder come on the stage. Music is being heard from swinging Rumanian disco and remakes of eighties hits. Soon I find myself dancing with beautiful Rumanian girl, with a gorious body. We dance all the time more and more intimately and when the music gets too noisy I buy a drink for her and we go sit outside. She speaks fluently English and works in the environmental and health business. When we are back on the dancing floor she can no longer be prevented from ambracing me while we keep on dancing. When I touch her I get excited and we kiss but I feel myself guilty and decide to leave. She wants me to go with her and manages to let me stay until half past three.

There is not much more to tell about Bucharest. A large chaotic city in which the high communist buildings are the only structural element. Architecture is, however, different than in many other Eastern-European cities: it looks all more monumental and more mondaine. Many small hidden orthodox churches nevertheless turn the roundwalk into something surprising. Unfortunately most museums were closed, but the French baroque ‘ Cantacuzino Palace’ where the musician George Enescu had lived, is open. When I pick up my backpack at my host’s place, I find out that she has prepared a delicious meal for me. On the station a guarding official helps me to get a train ticket with reservation to earn and extra cent. The intercity train to Mangalia is a modern Talent-train with dense windows where everyone next to me is smoking. My eyes are hurting from it so I will now look for another place in the train.

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Part 5: from Bucharest to Mangalia

30th of April 2004•17:12 hours

My first impression of Bucarest was not so well. OKAY, I managed to find a place to sleep. The hotel that was mentioned in the Lonely Planet had been taken over meanwhile and the price had doubled, but a neat woman asked ‘camere?’ and brought me to a house in quiet little streetjust around the corner. Afterwards I walked full of hope into the city passing badly relieved streets. Everywhere street dogs were running, all people were looking suspiciously at me and where is the centre? The whole city seemed as much as one large spoiled suburb. Until I hear loud music noise and I end up on a full square with live a concert. So nevertheless there is something to do here. Looking and walking around furthermore I end up in social alternative jazzclub – Green Hours – in a cellar with nice experimental live jazz music. I meet a couple of culturally interested folks of my age who can speak English. They tell me that I also should go to Tipsy, a new trendy bar Tipsy is established in a beautiful old villa on the edge of the park. The interior looks promising and sultrily, unfortunately the place remains rather empty and people are only busy with their coctail and they are not my type, so I decide to move to another place. According to my guide a gaybar used to be on the other side of the street, but it already has disappeared.

On the website of Virtual Tourist I got the tip to visit Maxx discotheque. After a long run along a channelled river I arrive in the student district with numerous cafees and discotheques, of which Maxx is the largest. Inside a boyband is singing and it is already quite full. Two sparingly dressed ladies make an erotic performance and later also men with naked udder come on the stage. Music is being heard from swinging Rumanian disco and remakes of eighties hits. Soon I find myself dancing with beautiful Rumanian girl, with a gorious body. We dance all the time more and more intimately and when the music gets too noisy I buy a drink for her and we go sit outside. She speaks fluently English and works in the environmental and health business. When we are back on the dancing floor she can no longer be prevented from ambracing me while we keep on dancing. When I touch her I get excited and we kiss but I feel myself guilty and decide to leave. She wants me to go with her and manages to let me stay until half past three.

There is not much more to tell about Bucharest. A large chaotic city in which the high communist buildings are the only structural element. Architecture is, however, different than in many other Eastern-European cities: it looks all more monumental and more mondaine. Many small hidden orthodox churches nevertheless turn the roundwalk into something surprising. Unfortunately most museums were closed, but the French baroque ‘ Cantacuzino Palace’ where the musician George Enescu had lived, is open. When I pick up my backpack at my host’s place, I find out that she has prepared a delicious meal for me. On the station a guarding official helps me to get a train ticket with reservation to earn and extra cent. The intercity train to Mangalia is a modern Talent-train with dense windows where everyone next to me is smoking. My eyes are hurting from it so I will now look for another place in the train.

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