no bucharest for the wicked

I figured that if I were to go to a completely unfamilar place with a different alphabet, I may as well make friends before getting on the train. It so happens, Liam, this scottish fellow was that very person. Safety in numbers and all that. Ended up having him tag along back to the hostel, and fortunately, he'd brought some cyrillic translations, or I'd have been that much more disoriented.

Like Italy, nearly everything I wanted to go to was closed because it was Monday. But, unlike Italy, the clubs are absolutely packed monday nights. So Liam and a bunch of the other hostel folk went down to the waterfront and partied on the dock. Where, I continued my tradition of losing nearly all the memories of my trips. Last time it was because of Greyhound's misplacement of my bag of souvenirs and presents... and this time, my digital camera. Figures I would do it the night before making my trek home.

So, no Serbia pictures for you. Or any other new ones in between Zagreb and here. But more unfortunately than that, I don't think I loaded any of my Alaska pictures onto my laptop at home, and I most certainly didn't put any on this netbook... So, quite literally, what you've seen in this travel blog is all I have now of the two months spent there. Hopefully I get a chance to pick up a new camera before I go back to Juneau on Sunday.

And today... rain, and more closed museums due to renovation. The Tesla museum was good... atleast the parts that were open. Didn't delve into his personal life at all.... which is the more interesting than his prolific history of inventions. His feud with Edison, his synesthesia, and obsession with numbers divisible by three were not to be found in the museum.

So... with morale at a low, I look up my train info for Bucharest a half hour ago and realize it's a 20 hour train ride... so I have to leave in 5 hours if I want to make my flight on Thursday. 7 hours at the airport without seeing the city.... and 20 hours in flights and layovers home. So... at the very least, 47 hours of buses, flights and layovers.

This has been an anti-climatic end to this journey. I hope you... uh, enjoyed the ride or something.

I plan on working for a year in Australia come winter. So expect no new entries until that time.

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