Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Important Advice for Life

If the train to Budapest leaves Thessaloniki at midnight and is scheduled to arrive in Budapest at 10am, that does NOT, I repeat, NOT mean that it is scheduled to arrive in Budapest on the following day. In fact, it will arrive in Sofia Bulgaria the next day, and you will end up sitting next to a mother with several small children who ask lots of questions (Where are you from? How old are you? Are you married? What do you do? Will you come to Blagoevgrad? You will stay with us!) and then you will end up on another train through northern Bulgaria that you cannot get off, not even to buy food or coffee or water or a phone card, and you'll spend four hours at the Romanian border filling out papers about bird flu, and your phone credit will die, and you can't phone home to tell your parents that you are alive or your friend in Budapest what's up. Finally, you will realize that you are scheduled to arrive in Budapest the following morning, that is, the trip is actually 34 hours and you are not even half done, and you'll abandon the entire endeavor in Bucharest, where a Japanese-Romanian translator will help you find a hotel and food, and you'll have no idea how much the money is worth, especially since things have recently changed so that some bills say 100,000 and some say 10 and it means the same thing. But there will be coffee and pastries for breakfast and oh thank god, a plane ticket to Prague.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

One more post like this and I'm about to ask your permission to marry your daughter.

Aaah, Blogger, the new social service!

Anonymous said...

Meanwhile, back at home, your parents are up all night trying to figure out what time it is where you are, not that we know where you are, because your phone died just when you told us you were looking for food somewhere in Romania.
Not to worry, other bloggers have said never to go out at night in Romania! Another blogger said that he flew from Prague to Thessaloniki, and that only took 20 hours! But a plane ticket from Bucharest to Prague only costs 55,000 somthings, and by now I've totally confused Bucharest, Budapest and Belgrade the way a New Yorker mixes up the "I" States.(Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, and for some reason, Ohio.)

Anyway, what were the pastries like, they sound good?