My Path of DestructionThomas Hughes I planned to stay here, in Bucharest, for two days. When I leave, it will have been twenty. On the days of my arrival, I had an urge for a little rest before I shifted gears towards Sofia, then Istanbul and Beyond. The landscape into Romania was idyllic fields and pastures, with horse carts and scythes being the weapons of choice. As Bucharest drew closer, there was a sudden and very distinct change as a blot of power stations claimed the beginning of the big city. It's a common cliche here, but with each mile towards cities, you can see the advancement in years flash by. Carts get miniature engines, then a frame, then a skoda. Fields drop to dust, then slum towns, then satellites and so on until you're in
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