Travelling With(out) Moving

Ahem. Apologies for Friday's posting. At least drunk typing is better than drunk writing- I once wrote a letter whilst extremely pissed on A4 paper to my then best friend which had about 20 words on each sheet. I still sent it though.

Anyway I am posting this from the hotel that will be my home for the next almost two weeks. I'm back in Bucharest to work from the office here and help out at a critical time of the fiscal year.

My preparation for coming away started out quite well. I sorted out my toiletries and other sundries (books, cables etc) which always takes the longest time quite early but I should have gotten up earlier on Saturday to do my washing and get it dry. Or even not stayed out late on Friday night and gone home after the second cocktail as originally planned. And maybe I shouldn't have spent so much time last night transferring my videos on to DVD and gone to bed before 1.45 But I didn't so at 6.45 this morning (after around 4 hours sleep- I kept waking up and wondering what time it was, even if it was only 3 minutes after I last checked the alarm clock) I was ironing my polo neck sweater to try and get as much wetness off them as I could but it didn't dry out until I was on the plane. My jeans were still a bit damp around the waist but I had no choice and they had to be worn.

After scooping up all the rubbish in my flat and dumping it in the bin and rinsing off the plates so that I don't come back to a colony of creatures living in my kitchen (again, things I could have done the night before) I hotfooted it down to the bus stop, to get the bus to the train station, to get the train to the airport. I checked the website last night for the bus timetable and chose one that would get me to the station with good time . Except I'd put in the wrong dates in and the bus I was expecting never arrived. So I waited for the next one which meant I missed my train and had to wait for the one.

But at least things started to get better after that. I never thought I would say this but thank god for Starbucks. It was open, quiet and provided a nice warm seat, hot chocolate and a cookie (terribly healthy breakfast) while I waited for the train. Then I ended up in a carriage chatting with a nice young chappy from Berlin who's moving to Stuttgart in a couple of weeks to take up a job with the train company. He asked me what the gay scene was like in Stuttgart but it was only afterwards that I wondered why he should ask me that given that we'd met half an hour before. Did I look particularly lesbian like today? I wasn't looking my best but nobody does with only around 4 hours sleep. Maybe it was the fact that I was wearing my naughty elephants t-shirt. I should have realised he was gay when he told me how devastated he was when Princess Diana died.

The rest of the journey went smoothly after that- although the airport was in chaos due to these securtiy measures- and i fell fast asleep on the plane before we'd even taken off. So even though it's only 8pm here (an hour ahead of Germany and two compared to the UK) I am not planning on staying up too much longer.


And I've managed to pack two scarves despite the fact it is about 12 degrees and I was able to wander around earlier in only a long sleeved t-shirt cos it's so fecking warm