To my surprise flying to Bucharest from Bacău is cheaper than the bus! So I bought a ticket for $2 leaving later in the day. My ticket on Tarom is a simple piece of cardboard saying Bacău-Bucresti. I head back into town to grab some breakfast but the line-ups for bread and meats were incredible. I just gave up soggy and dispirited and went to a restaurant for some cream of vegetable soup with some meat possibly beef and potatoes in watery gravy. With nothing much to do went for a vile Romanian beer. I then went to the best hotel in town for another beer and ran into a black marketeer and changed some currency into Romanian lei at a great profit. A couple of his friends arrived and they insisted I stay at their villa and promising a good time with vodka, girls and a nonstop party. There was a doctor in the group who wanted me to join the “festivities”. We then moved to a bar and had vodka shots for 25 cents each. The doctor wanted to leave Romania and is scheming to marry a German divorcee. This was about the only way he could leave Romania. After a last shot of vodka they drove me to the airport and said I must phone their friend in Bucharest. The passengers were workers. For such a tiny airport the security was intense with some 15 soldiers with machine guns. I met a guy called Christian beside me who offered me cigarettes and bought me orange juice on the plane. The plane was a Russian AN-24 and it belched fumes and the plane rattled down the runway and you had to shout to be heard. It was non-pressurized and a very bouncy low altitude flight. 45 minutes later we landed in Bucharest and Christian phoned the guy the black marketeers said I call. Christian , a gym teacher, took me to my host Sorin an engineering student. Sorin had a party going with his friends and his wife. We had meatballs, yogurt, sausages and eggs with East German beer. After the friends left Sorin and I had another beer and hit the sack. What a day!