I suppose a little background is needed about our trip to Moldova. We’re basically a group of four European studies classmates: Ivor, Jan, Sanjin & moi, who decided that Moldova is a country we know so precious little about, that it would be a interesting place to visit. We do know a bit more about Moldova now, since we gathered some facts using a somewhat advanced form of fax machines called the “internet”. You might have heard about it, I’m telling you it’s gonna be a big thing. It’s like a series of tubes for delivering brochures. If we develop it wisely enough we’ll perhaps be someday be able to know what all our friends are eating in real time.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. We started our joint trip by gathering in Ljubljana this thursday morning, then travelling by car to Belgrade. We met up with Ivor’s girlfriend there, chatted a bit with her family in their apartment, left the car there and headed for the train station in full gear, meaning sweating our backs on backpacks in the scorching summer sun. I fueled up with a ham & cheese filled čevapčič on a loaf. Now really, who’s bright idea was it to put ham in minced meat? Meat inside more meat. That only makes sense sexually.
Later we procured some rations for the long train ride to Bucarest. We chated up a friendly conductor and by proxy quickly got into the sleeping cart at half the price. Some nice words and bribery will get you a long way.
After passing the rather picturesque and sunflower-filled fields of Vojvodina, we’re at the point where this writing meets present time. Rushing along star lit, urine wetted Romanian rails, hoping to wake up in Bucarest the following morning.