Vive Le Placebo... :-).. Cluj and Bucharest
That night in Cluj was good fun, we went to visit our hosts grandparents who were quite well travelled and a really nice old couple, living in a small village on the outskirts of Cluj. Her grandfather picked us up in this very old army van with space for all the troops in, by then we'd met another active Cluj member - Luciano. After being loaded with palinka, homemade turkey sausages, bread, vegetables and some amazing paste made from ground up marrows, we were all given insanely large pijamas in err vibrant colours. I thought that I looked like an ageing jazz musician but Sylwia just defined it as stupid, meanwhile the Romanian girl described me and Luciano as teletubbies :-(. Haha
Hitching down to Bucharest the next day was fairly easy, we didn't leave until 2pm, first getting a ride to Turda.. waiting there for a while and discussing with the old bloke where we were from and where we were going,he was eager to point out that he was Romanian and not a foreign hitchiker.. I would never have guessed.
From Turda we got a massive ride from a guy going to Pitesti, driving like a mad man and playing the same 10 songs incredibly loud for about 4 hours. We ate our packed luinch in the car, which supergranny had given us :-). Hitching to Bucharest from Pitesti was easy, we got a lift from a nice couple but the road was being repaired, so we crawled for 40km into Bucharest.
After asking people in the streets, we eventually got to Piata Romana where we were supposed to meet our host after the Placebo concert. We just waited for a few hours, whilst drinking some of Bucharest's beer supply.
Olivier, our host - a guy from France who has been living in Romania for 3 years, was a nice fella - keen to give me a few tasters of some alcohol he kept in a cabinet. Have to say the French one.. of which I can't remember the name, was pretty goodf stuff. Certainly slept well.
Hitching down to Bucharest the next day was fairly easy, we didn't leave until 2pm, first getting a ride to Turda.. waiting there for a while and discussing with the old bloke where we were from and where we were going,he was eager to point out that he was Romanian and not a foreign hitchiker.. I would never have guessed.
From Turda we got a massive ride from a guy going to Pitesti, driving like a mad man and playing the same 10 songs incredibly loud for about 4 hours. We ate our packed luinch in the car, which supergranny had given us :-). Hitching to Bucharest from Pitesti was easy, we got a lift from a nice couple but the road was being repaired, so we crawled for 40km into Bucharest.
After asking people in the streets, we eventually got to Piata Romana where we were supposed to meet our host after the Placebo concert. We just waited for a few hours, whilst drinking some of Bucharest's beer supply.
Olivier, our host - a guy from France who has been living in Romania for 3 years, was a nice fella - keen to give me a few tasters of some alcohol he kept in a cabinet. Have to say the French one.. of which I can't remember the name, was pretty goodf stuff. Certainly slept well.
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