Monday 19 September 2011

I enjoyed the first 22 hours of the 19 hour train journey...

It is nearly half past eight and I am trying not to be nervous about arriving in Bucharest in the dark, instead of at half past five.

Apparently the taxi guys try to rip you off and it is in a dodgy area of town. The hostel I have booked is supposed to be seventeen minutes walk from the station. My mind is obsessively going over the things I need to do - change money, find an ATM, get a ticket to Budapest for tomorrow, get to the hostel, get food and water for the train tomorrow, go to the post office, be a tourist and see the Roman Athenaeum. And all the while a counter thread of 'You're wasting the opportunity to see Bulgaria and Romania, all of those interesting villages you've passed, you should explore.'

I miss the truck. I miss someone else making all the travel decisions. I miss travelling with other people. I miss Jamie's farts and Jess's outrageous comments. I miss the steadiness of the two Johns. I miss Andrew's straight-faced humour. I miss Al and I miss Juan.

4 comments:

Ceels said...

I should add, for the sake of my mother, that I have arrived at the Green Frog Hostel now and it is quite nice. I did muck up buying the ticket for tomorrow, so now I don't have enough time to get any washing done and no clean clothes left, but I am sure it will all work out.

brent said...

you're so brave

(I'm going to stop saying this when it stops seeming appropriate to say it.)

Jamie said...

I miss your blushing when I fart....or say nuts!!

Ceels said...

I have told my brother about the fullstop, he admires your dexterity (or what ever the appropriate word is in this context)