Day 3 Late waking, due to a heavy international poker session the previous night involving locals of the hostel and assorted others. Valiant attempts from all, most notably Mr McGregor's four hour marathon and the Mopsy/Puddleduck contingent who came a respectable 3rd. Unfortunately, Flopsey pulled out after 15 minutes because he was wilting. In the morning we visited the Museum of the Romanian Peasant, in which we were stalked by strangely intimidating middle-aged women, who were ready to pounce at the slightest hint of an exposed camera. Nevertheless, we overcame the unsettling tension to enjoy the incredibly uninformative pile of old things. Still, it was interesting, including several whole 18th Century peasant buildings literally lifted from the surrounding countryside. Also, some amusing relics of the communist era, including the jacket of Ceauşescu, complete with bullet ho
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