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