It’s hard for me to guess how many flights I’ve taken over the years on my travels. But easy to count on one hand how many missed flight experiences I’ve had over the past few years.
A better sleep last night which I really needed. And now I was up and showered and enjoying another great omelet thanks to Constantin at Hostel Tina Continue reading Romania: Day 4 of 17 Time for a trip to Timisoara
So it’s time to go back to Bucharest and I’m really hoping that it’s going to be a nice bus like the one on the way up here. I get up at 8am and discover that the guy on reception isn’t around so I won’t be getting the 9am bus. I decide to use the time to go out and take a few photos of the city as it’s a nice sunny morning. Continue reading Romania: Day 3 of 17 Wheels on the bus go up and down
S0 I survived last night and it’s time to head north to Moldova. I get up at 0730. Constantin who runs the hostel I am staying at has kindly left out the mushrooms. He books me a taxi to take me to the area in town where the buses leave from. I have to stop at a cash machine on the way. I think conveniently my taxi driver fins he has no change for a 50 Lei note. For the fare which will cost bout 20. Conveniently I tell him I will get change from a shop when we get there. Continue reading Moldova: Day 2 of 17 Taking a bus to Moldova
Okay so it could. But in travel terms today hasn’t been a success. I got to the airport with plenty of time. Enough time to get to the lounge for a drink and a few croissants. I then headed for my gate. It was set to close at 0930 and my flight to Bucharest with British Airways was departing 20 minutes later. I got to the gate around 2 minutes late. However this normally would be fine except I asked the guy doing the BA check-in for Gibraltar what was happening with my flight. He informed me it was delayed by 10 or 20 minutes and staff would be at the gate soon. I sat by the gate for about 5 minutes and wondered how badly delayed this flight was as there didn’t seem to be many people near gate 24b. I ask a guy who was near there. He immediately asked if I was Mr McLaughlin. I confirmed I was and he told me that I had missed the flight and my bags had been off loaded. Continue reading Romania: Day 1 of 17 Could this trip start any worse?