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” The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous: ” Chapter 48: Rot in Hell Cyclops! May You Be with the Angels Ginevra

OK so I had our Bombay Blues Whisky travelling road show at the J.W. Marriot Bucharest Grand Hotel’s “Voice of America” grand suite. The Romanians tanked up on Bombay Blues Whisky. In fact twenty bottles of it for 53 people. They scoffed down pounds of Bombay Fried Okra probably not noticing the inferior Albanian okraContinue reading “” The Penniless Pensioner: Misaligned, Maligned but Marvellous: ” Chapter 48: Rot in Hell Cyclops! May You Be with the Angels Ginevra”

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 courtesyContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time ” : 22July1974: All Over the Place in Romania and Yugoslavia: The Squawking Plastic Parrot: Being a Community Project and a Cadillac With New York Plates Parked Outside a Shack”

Considering the rain leakage into my tent I woke up in a good mood. I was on the road at 06:30. On a ride in the back of a truck one guy my age went berserk when he saw my belt. He really went nuts when he saw I had a pair of jeans inContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 21July1974: Motru, Romania: Bartering with a Poor Romanian Dude: My Celebrity Status Continues: Police Chief Warns About Associating with Me”

Up early to perform my morning ablutions and readying for my next destination Sebes. I had to take a bus to Sibiu to get to the main road. A toothless peasant in front of me reeked of wine and we were sandwiched in. I had to mash my way out. I got my first rideContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 20July1974: Simeria, Romania: Ducks and Chickens Running Around the Street”

I finally bought the sheepskin vest and with help of some black-market exchange I ended up paying $20. The day was roasting hot as I went to the market to purchase ingredients to make another batch of spaghetti. I purchased all the ingredients at the market and went into the “tourist shop” to buy EastContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 17July1974: Bucharest, Romania: Too Much East German Beer: Jumped by Gypsies at 2 a.m.”

Up at ten for a big spaghetti brunch. Sorin loved it but with the right spices it would have been worthy for the top bureaucrats in the Romanian Communist Party! After the tasty feast Sorin left for work while I washed some clothes and started to pack up. I am planning on leaving in aContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 16July1974: Bucharest, Romania: Stay Away From “Nick the Big Boy”: Overnight in a Romanian Villa”

Up at 10:30 and Sorin and I went out to buy some milk, bread, cake and Romanian “Corn Flakes”. The milk was not very good and Sorin said if you arrived before 8:30 there was a higher quality milk available. Sorin has never had spaghetti and meat sauce! Is that possible! So we went toContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” :15July1974: Bucharest, Romania: Sorin Has to Register Me with the Police: Meeting up With Pusha the Daughter of a Defector: My Imitations Cause Mirth and Terror”

Auto stopped into Constanţa with a truck driver. We stopped for a lunch of 4 grilled meatballs and bread which cost 70 cents. I eventually found the train station and took the 3:30 train to Bucharest. The train was overcrowded with you guessed it no seats so we were stuck in the corridor with peopleContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 14July1974: Contanesti, Bucharest, Romania: Getting My Ass Pinched by Romanian Girls”

Pierre and part of the gang packed up their tents and were off. I headed off to the beach and ran into Vasha. But as soon as I sat down a huge invasion of ladybugs descended. They covered the air like locusts. It was hilarious watching everybody twitching trying to swat off the ladybugs. InContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 13July1974: Contanesti, Romania: No Tourist Ghetto for Me: Invasion of the Ladybugs”

Thank goodness this dastardly Romanian rain and wind did not blow away or soak my tent. More cloudy weather makes this place look very drab. Eric and I walked to the bus stop to take the bus into Constanţa to get some money changed. After changing some money we went to the Auto Service forContinue reading ““Travels to a Different Time” : 10July1974: Contanesti, Romania: Fighting to Get on a Romanian Bus: More Repulsive Food: Is Pierre an FLQ Terrorist?”