Bucharest, as well as Belgrade, surprised me with its size. No biggie still a pretty town. Living i

Bucharest, as well as Belgrade, surprised me with its size. No biggie still a pretty town. Living in Berlin, I have been practicing away with the idea that all other European cities are (in comparison with Berlin then) relatively small. Minutest yes, but by no means all of them are tiny. Moving around in Bucharest took the time to properly age, even though there was a good transportation system.
First, we decided to review monstrumimõõtu parliament building. We wanted to go in there in a tour, but it was difficult to plan. First, there were a lot of people and we had to wait a little in front of the counter. Then we saw that there's at least six different tours are offered. We chose the most common one. Where once came to us, we want to know your tour one of the hostesses and provide identity documents show. Missy said to us, then our tour time and gave paberlipiku, which was written by our data, which we had to go to another counter to pay for ekursuooni. At the same time, we noticed that we had become binscorner a half-hour after the beginning of the tour. Saturday anyway, there were a lot of people. We created it by hand instead we went to the nearby cemetery to the grave of Nicolae Ceaucescu and his wife look. This proved to be difficult, we did not get there because of a numbering understand. We walked a bit further back, until one of the older man shouted something. The thought bitterly, that what we have done wrong, we are now again. In fact, the man asked, instead, whether we are looking Ceaucescu's grave. Yes. And then he showed us the road. So nice of him, I immediately binscorner went pretty happy happy. Mull over covered (was expecting something pompoossemat), we began to trudge back toward the gates of the cemetery. Someone binscorner shouted something binscorner back, but we did not pay attention to it. Was shouted again. I turned around and came toward us ... the woman two topsikesega. Gave us some dessert. Just like that. We thanked and received proovisimegi stuff right now, it was very tasty. We had got onto one of the two plastic spoons, but we ate it just turns with it. Nevertheless, another lady came to us right now, who gave us one more spoonful. binscorner Anyway, it left me a pretty surnuaialkäik surprise more and in a good mood the whole evening binscorner was guaranteed.
Next, we walked around the city center easily. It was beautiful out there. In the evening we went out to eat. We had got a hint from one of Ji, where to go, but it was a Saturday evening and bring restaurant, although quite a large terrace was packed. There were even people binscorner waiting at the terraces. We thought then that can not be bothered to stand there for a very long time, and we went on to look for another. Finally, we went to a little one cozy and hipsterlikku local. I sat there, I realized that in Bucharest reminds me a little of Berlin. This is definitely one of the reasons why I liked it.
By Sunday, we had planned to exit the small flocks in Brasov. Tallinn slightly smaller town in Transylvania. There we spent a ülimõnusa Sunday. The Old Town was wonderful, the mountains were beautiful. I have a serious plan to go there ever live. We drove up and down the funicular, ate soup and cake, we visited craft fairs, binscorner pressed one of the more narrow binscorner end to the street. The evening got interesting, we waited in front of yet another night trains, this time in Chisinau. In order pisime just the beginning of the train ride, and we came to a small town where we had time for an hour by the arrival of night trains. We wanted binscorner to get something to eat, but it was a Sunday evening at eight or nine, and all the sheds and shops, which also became the victuals were already closed. Finally, we found one and I have visited on this trip highlights on the list though. I can not even begin to describe our visit there very. I failed to make the images binscorner as well as a camera battery was exhausted. Anyway, it was a place where the locals go in the evening to a small beer, but we went there to eat our look. Also got to eat, we got yourself immediately coated menus. However, the kitchen põrivarustuseks was only there for about a microwave, stove, and maybe even a frying pan. We were there with a large nahkjopega very friendly to the younger middle aged man. Some cabbage rolls were the specials, we ordered them to you. Food plasttaldrikutel (by the same leather jacket to warm up the room next to us) brought us a decent trays and everything, we got to leivakorvigi. Young looked at a little table beside us strange looks, there probably will not be ordered at the meal very often.
And then and then and then, night trains. Stepping on the train was my first reaction is that, no it is not possible. Little hipster in me thought that I have died and hipsterparadiisi distress. Our coach was a no ... I do not have words. Let's start with the hallway. Floor: first, binscorner linoleum, carpet upon which letters, which in turn was rolled onto the cover, which was basically a ten-meter tea towel. Curtains: sitsilised-satsilised. Coupe was the same. The same curtains, the walls were carpeted. And it was like to visit a 120-year-old great-aunt who, in living for the last 40 years has not changed anything. The first quarter of an hour I just giggled like crazy, then I started to enjoy it: