the paris of the east


Despite a day in Transylvania, my knowledge of the capital city of this South Eastern European country was in all honesty slim to none. So slim however, that my perceptions of Romania and Bucharest were embarrassing really; that human trafficking was rife and Gypsy culture was largely present. Not my finest hour given it’s the sixth largest city in the European Union. Continue reading


driving to dracula


The East is a part of The Continent I haven’t ventured much to. While I’ve had a few days in Prague and Budapest, that’s about as far as my Eastern block adventures go. So when £40 return flights to Bucharest, Romania popped up my rubber arm was easily twisted.

We took off from the tin shed of Luton airport Friday evening and ventured three hours away and two hours ahead of British time, landing us at Otopeni Airport, Romania around 11pm. With an airport code of OTP (‘On The Piss’ , mum) and four girls on a Romanian getaway, our first night couldn’t have been more different. We exchanged our Brexit’d value decreasing Pounds for some Leu (5 Leu to 1 Pound), placed our seemingly pointless order on the taxi lottery machine and waited for our caped knight to drive us in to Bucharest city. Continue reading