Friday 16th July

 


16/07/04 - Day 13


If we needed any more persuasion to leave Smell-ito, last night was it! Yet the curse that hangs over that town had not run its full course with us and the train journey, the arrival at Bucharest's (huge backpacker-styley) station and the crawl to the "emergency" hotel was a thing of nightmares. While Heather lay in death's icy-grip I raped pain and torture on the streets of Bucharest for internet, food, internet medicine and almost a priest too. My efforts not to break down and give up were severely hampered by the strange decision to readout the cafe's ceiling, and in the course of the night I managed to send worrying communications to Nikki, Heidi, Becky, Adam and Mum.

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