My Journey to Moldova started at Manchester Airport on a Tuesday afternoon, i sat in the Bar and phone up friend Chaddy who i knew would be working in his shitty Factory Job: "Hi Chad just supping a nice cold beer waiting for my flight to Moldova" I knew he would be jealous of me, i was a bit smug i guess. After hanging up i checked the flight screen to my dismay it was delayed. shit i hope i dont miss my contacting to Romania, first i had to fly to Amsterdam. Fucking French bastard Air traffic controllers had gone
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