My last day in Romania. I have been here for 29 days and only have scratched the surface. When I return home I will have to read more about Romanian politics and society. I was up at 06:15 for a breakfast of my bartered Romanian honey and some bread. Off on a dilapidated bus courtesy of a crowd of Romanians who made me their community project. I asked one of them how I would get a bus towards the Yugoslavian frontier. It wasn’t long before there were 50 of them eyeballing a “hepee”. I would ask a question and someone would translate it and there would be a discussion. Back and forth it went. The whole crowd took me to the bus stop and waved good-bye!
We passed town after time and there were many peasants in the fields all very poor looking. I saw a Cadillac with New York license plates parked outside a shack. I got off the bus at a small city Turnu Severin which was the frontier town. I asked people where Yugoslavian border was and they pointed me in the right direction but it was 9 kms away. A Romanian student took me to the bus that would take me to the frontier. He was from a university in Bucharest and was sent here to make a map of the city. There are many students that are sent to smaller towns for projects. I arrived at the frontier. I must have gotten too close to something and a Yugoslav soldier got all upset and motioned me back for a search which he abandoned seeing how crammed my knapsack was. He managed to get a ride for me with some Finns that were visiting Yugoslavia for the day. The next lift was with a greaseball Yugoslav driving a Ford he had purchased in the Netherlands. He had 4 plastic animals hanging from his rear-view mirror. When we hit a bump the plastic parrot would squawk. I ended up in Nis paying an outrageous $7 for a room but at least a private bathroom and hot water. I crashed out at 9 without eating any dinner.
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