Blog O’clock ⏰ (Thursday 🤣)

Well you’ve had 4 days where blog o’clock hasn’t come around once but you’ve now got two in two days, we’re just spoiling you guys!

Morning number 2 in the Art Hostel, and it was time to hit the road, which sadly meant an emotional goodbye to our dear friend David. We’d been through so much together; the cereal incident; the other cereal incident; the weird guy that kept showing us his cool jug of water that was full of floaters; and sadly for David the time we abandoned him for 3 hours while Alex and Xander taught him the history of Scotland. We sat for hours crying with David, begging him to come with us but eventually we had to leave… without David😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Off to the bus stop in Brasov, and because we got there 40 minutes early we had plenty of time to sit and bask in the sunshine. Sadly this wasn’t the case, as soon as we sat down we started getting circled by a lady with a glass bottle of lemonade in each hand. She came over and told us we couldn’t deny ‘the touch of a woman’ and that her price was only 50 lei (£10, an absolute bargain). We declined but Lewis had caught her eye, she danced for him and told him that they could ‘change the world together’, an offer too good to turn down for most but tragically we had a bus to catch so he declined again.

The bus journey was long, we all slept on and off… there was just one stop, but don’t worry, it was a good one. There was a toilet at the service station that Lewis, Xander and Alex trekked up to and it was not worth the walk, or the 20p. An inch of pee covering the floor meant Xander and Lewis came back to the bus quickly, but Alex, being the people’s champion, decided to persevere.

We were just waiting on the bus for Alex to come back when we saw him coming around the corner.
He’s just walking towards us.
Oh, he’s turning left.
He must just be going for a wander.
Yeah he’ll just be seeing the dogs.
Wait a minute…
Is that Alex that’s just got onto that random bus?
Why’s Alex on the other bus?
He’s just walking up and down the wrong bus.

Good job Alex.

So we rescued Alex from the wrong bus and when you heard his sound reasoning it was an understandable mistake; you know our bus was a big white one, the other was small and grey; our bus was full, the other bus was empty; our bus had the rest of his team on it, the other bus WAS STILL EMPTY… But Alex had used his keen perceptive eye and noticed that the other bus actually had different seats.

With a full team once more, the final leg to Bacau was under way, a nice lady sat down next to Lewis on the bus. Her English wasn’t great but she offered us some unbelievably chewy, yet delicious pastries and told us that she taught physics, so Lewis told her about his holiday to CERN, the home of physics, and she took that to mean he worked there. So he just ran with it, and accepted her applause for getting to the top of his field of study.

We met up with the Bacau scouts when we got off the bus and got some pizza together. They were all really friendly but despite their impeccable English they weren’t able to understand why we even wanted to go to Bacau. They took us to the nature museum, which was pretty much abandoned, although Peter was able to hide Lewis’ phone twice and forget that he’d hidden it twice and we got to swap neckies with one of the locals.

After the museum we had… a bit of an altercation. Somehow Alex’s glasses ended up in the fountain in the middle of the park – super scout Andrei saved us by being more than happy to wade through the water and save those poor, helpless, 60p sunglasses – a great relief to us all!

By now it was getting late so we made our way up to the observatory to see Mars, Venus, Jupiter, all the constellations you can imagine, but waiting for us at the top of the observatory… just on the other side of that telescope… miles above us… were in fact clouds. We couldn’t even see the moon. So instead we watched some videos about space and an unnamed member of the group caught some much needed sleep…

Despite it being after midnight at this point… we still had to have dinner, so it was back to Damien (the leader)’s house to get something to eat. Damien’s mother, the goddess of fire, got a massive fire roaring in her garden and had all sorts of unknown meats cooked in about 3 minutes.

Wolfing down dinner and refusing the crates of beer and wine we kept being offered meant that it was bed time. Craig point blank refused to sleep in a bed with anyone else so he was banished to the floor while Xander crawled into a tiny couch for the night.

Anyway that’s Thursday down, just Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday to post. Wish us luck with getting through that… We most certainly won’t.