We got off the train and into Bucharest all dirty and exhausted. I think it was about 7am or so, we had the whole day to explore the city before our night train to Bulgaria.
Since the toilets cost money and we’re poor, we sat on the side of Bucharest’s train station and pretty much got naked as we freshened up in front of many Romanians and other by passers. This was a fairly difficult task because Jess was still in a sling and I could barely stand up and move because of the pain in my thighs. We used our jackets to shield each other as the perverted tourist eyes wandered to our awkward situation.
With the use of Maccas wifi, we sorted out the plan for the day and headed out to explore Bucharest.
It was 6pm and we went to the park where our Bucharest tour was meant to start from. We waited and waited, and half an hour later, we realised that no one was going to show up. We had five hours to spare so decided to do our own tour.
After exploring some churches and beautiful buildings; with the help of Google Maps, we found a lively street full of bars and cafes located in the Old Town. We decided to spoil ourselves and have a cocktail night, which is something we would do nearly every week back in Sydney.
After walking up and down the strip, we finally found a Spanish cocktail bar where we sat outside on these red velvet couches. We got the menu and started our cocktail night with a couple of Pina Coladas.
Old town Bucharest street full of awesome bars and cafes.
After a lot of cocktails and a lot of walking, we grabbed some food and decided we should start making our way towards the station, because the worst feeling is that thinking that you may miss your form of transport, especially if its an overnight.
As we made our way to the metro station, we hopped on very calm and collected knowing that we had time to get to the station, pick up our luggage and get on our train/accommodation for the night.
Suddenly, the train had come to a stop and everybody had started running like it was the zombie apocalypse. As we were the only ones left on the train, Jay and I looked at each other, thinking ‘what the hell”. Finally the guard came in and told us the trains had stopped running so we had to get off. As there were only a couple of minutes till the final train, we would have to run to make it.
Without knowing where we were going, Jay and I bolted superfast in a hurry to find this last train, and eventually we got to it. As we were running towards it, the doors had just closed. The way we tried to open them felt like we were the zombies of the apocalypse. We pushed and banged, but it didn’t budge. Luckily, the guard saw us and kindly had the doors open.
By this time, we were fairly tight on time. With about 15 minutes left, we still had to get to the station, pick up our luggage from storage, find the platform and get on the train.
I have never run so fast in my life. Even though we didn’t have our big backpacks, we had random bags, which still made it hard. I think we were down to about 6 minutes or so, and that’s when I started feeling something horrible going on with my hand, but soldiered on because the most important thing was catching that damn train. The physical pain could wait.
After a lot of struggle, we finally made it to the luggage area only to find that they were closed. We banged on the doors, again feeling like we were super hungry zombies, and luckily enough someone was in there. She handed us our backpacks and we bolted to check the departure screen to see what platform our train was on.
Weirdly enough, the platform number wasn’t displayed, and there were only a few minutes till the train. Confused, tired and out of breath, we gave it another minute or so. We knew something was up, so I went over to the information desk, a little nervous, as we didn’t have much luck earlier with the Romanians.
In my most simplest, slowest way, I asked her about the train to Bulgaria. All she said was, ‘one hour delay’. I shook my head and laughed as I walked back over to Jay, who was now sitting on the ground with all the bags, holding her poor arm. I told her about the delay and we both cracked up laughing, because after that entire struggle, there was nothing else we could do.
As we sat down and let everything sink in, I realised that I really hurt the top of my hand. I had burst a blood vessel due to the pressure from the bags we were carrying. The pain throbbed dreadfully, so Jess bandaged it up for me. At that point, it had looked like we had gotten into a fight with each other, which is what we started telling people, just for shits and giggles.
The train finally arrived and we found our seats for what was another uncomfortable overnight journey to Sofia, Bulgaria.
The end result of the ‘fight’.