Romania
Timisoara
29th January to 2nd February 1998
This trip was purely social. I wanted to visit a couple of business friends Diana
& Radu whom I met on my last trip in October 1997 and my dear (alas ex-)girlfriend Ana
Maria, who I hadn't seen since her visit in December 1997. The trip was pretty uneventful. I wore a tee shirt since I knew how hot airports and planes could be. Actually I wore a tee shirt because as you know, I'm a bad flyer and if I threw up, at least I'd be able to change quickly. I flew form Manchester to Munich, then Munich to Bucharest (Otopeni) and
finally Bucharest (Baneasa) to Timisoara. The only memorable
part of the journey was watching the de-icing machines take all the snow and ice
off the aircraft at Munich. I was impressed with the German efficiency - four
very large spraying machines blasted anything remotely resembling a snowflake from the
wings. At Bucharest Baneasa Airport however, all I saw was a sorry looking little
bloke with a hosepipe trying to dislodge the icicles on the propeller blades. I
closed my eyes. Upon reaching Bucharest I telephoned Ana Maria. I told her that I would see her in a couple of hours. She asked how I was, and I told her that I was comfortable and that I was still wearing my tee shirt. It was about -10 degrees outside. The International Airport in Bucharest, the capital of Romania is called Otopeni, and as an airport it's ok, not like Manchester or Frankfurt but comfortable enough. It was outside in the car park where all the problems would start. Ana was explicit in her instructions in getting from Otopeni Airport to Baneasa Airport "Get the bus" she said. I said 'ok, no problem.'
Mad Milche is a friendly old sole with a vicious sense of barter. I offered him $5 dollars and he beat me up to $15. Unfortunately the part of his brain that he used for negotiation far outclassed the part he used for the negotiation of other roadusers on the highway. If I were to say that Mad Milche's driving was quick and a little erratic, I'd be lying. This man is absolutely bloody crazy. He drove me at about sixty miles an hour round cars and bumps in the road in a clapped out rust bucket he affectionately referred to as his taxi. When he saw a car in front of him he drove faster until the car in front chickened out and moved out of the way. I used more 'F' words in that ten minutes that I had all year previously.
Baneasa was not like any airport I had seen. It was more like a bus station. At five o'clock, after travelling for twelve hours, I finally boarded the plane knowing that as soon as I landed, I'd see the friendly face of Ana.
We hugged and kissed (when she finally stopped laughing) and introduced me to her flatmate, Danielle who had come along for the ride. I nearly froze to death in the short walk from the airport exit to the taxi. When we arrived at their apartment I was surprised to see that although modest by western standards it was ok. This, after a long chat with Ana who was worried that I might think it, well, a little too modest.
I couldn't have been more wrong. The Park Place disco
has got to be one of the most high-tech nightspots I've ever seen. This place was
amazing! The sound was superb, the music was modern dance music and the light
system was surreal. The beer was cheep and fellas, the girls were gorgeous. I got very drunk and made a fool of myself dancing like a real plonker. Ana Maria on the other hand is a fantastic dancer. I was quite happy to sit and watch for most of the night. We finally got back at about 4am. The next day we just took it easy. In fact we had a really relaxing time for all three
days. We visited the city centre with Ana's friend Gabriella, and we even saw a movie, I
forget the name. Ana's best friend Gabriella was nice. She had spent two years in England
and apparently really enjoyed herself. Her English was very good, to be honest,
most of the people I met could speak at least a little English. On the Sunday Evening I met with my friends Diana and Radu. They both work at the University of Timisoara and were very friendly when I visited last year to deliver a conference paper. It was nice to see them again. I had dinner with them and we talked a little business. Afterwards I met up with Ana and her friend Danielle again and we headed off to a great jazz club in the Town Centre. The music was cool and the people were terrific but the single malt was watered down. I also took Ana to an Italian restaurant where we had a rather greasy pizza. The exchange rate in Timisoara is about 13,000 Lei to one pound. A packet of cigarettes is the equivalent of 40 pence yet the food is about the same price as in England. There are few luxury items on sale, indeed, Ana and Danielle did not have a fridge never mind a washing machine or microwave. They lived in a fourth floor flat, which is kept warm by a sort of community central heating system. Romanians live very modestly; it's surprising then, that they really know how to party.
On the final night Ana and myself met with Danielle and a friend in the Jazz club. We didn't get back until around two in the morning and we had to be up again to catch a plane at 8.30 am. Ana would accompany me to Otopeni Airport in Bucharest. I
was hoping she would protect me from Mad Milche but when we got to He drove us 'carefully' to Baneasa Airport where I said my goodbyes to
Ana. As I boarded the |
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