After one of the more tiring journeys I have made (via Manchester, Luton airport, Cluj (Romania), Tirges Mures and finally Tarnaveni), I find myself back in the 'old' internet cafe routine of Sunday evenings. Many things to say already so here goes...
The film 'Planes, trains and automobiles' is something I feel like I just starred in, as my plan to sleep in Luton airport failed spectacularly, as it's a dire little place with very few seats. So after seeing more people in sleeping bags, sprawled across the floor, than you'd find in a London homeless shelter, I conceded defeat and 'slept' for two hours on top of my rucksack, on the floor at Luton airport, before being woken up be equally tired tourists arriving at 0430. After a seriously overpriced bacon sandwich and brew, (almost five pounds!) I checked in, where I met a lovely Romanian couple who helped me remember some basic Romanian words (my first thought was they probably thought I was going to beg them for money I looked so bad!). They were not only nice to chat with, but they went as far as giving me a lift to the bus station in Cluj, after the flight touched down... I began to remember why I loved Romania so much. As I'd got there early rather than wait for the direct bus in 30 degree heat, I saw a bus labelled Tirges Mures, ( a nearby city) so I boarded the bus on instinct, and after paying just 15 lei (3-4 pounds for a 3 hr+ bus journey, I sat with an old Romanian man with a false arm... No kidding! Clearly he's been on this bus before, and probably lost his arm on it, because just ten minutes in and we had crashed into a car which pulled up suddenly in front of us. The usual scene occurred with the drivers gesticulating with their arms, and all the male passengers having a good chat about who's fault it was. No health and safety required here, so after 20 minutes of what looked one giant game of charades (you know... film, TV book...) we were back on our way with a dented bus, and no sign of the police! Bus journeys in Romania are always eventful as there appears no limit to the number of people who try and get on, irrespective of the number of seats! So during the next 3 hours I was subjected to having several hot and sweaty crotches and arses thrust in my face from the standing passengers.... a 'warm' welcome indeed...
I was greeted by my fellow volunteer Victoria on the way form the bus station in my new 'old' home, or should that be old 'new' home??? Anyway I was greeted by Vic and she led me back to my house where the other two volunteers Marika & Ali (pictures below) were sat in the garden soaking up the sunshine.
Hope everyone at the Leeds festival had fun, thanks for reading!
Dan