Not Exactly Force Majeure

This evening I met back up with Hanna. I had given her my travelers book to sign but she apparently needed more time to fill it out. So about 2030 we tried to meet up at the square, but being a series of Hungarian festivals all week it was incredibly packed. It seems now our official meeting place is the juicer in front of KFC. We found a little diner for snacks and a drink. After we sat there for ten minutes without being greeted we moved on to the next one. After we sat there for ten minutes without being greeted we moved on to the next one. Finally, the third place we found was a success after only seven minutes. We had couscous with green beans and baked potato wedges.

Having finished our snacks we went to the supermarket to get some munchies for our travels tomorrow. She’s going to Budapest, me to Cluj. I bought a bottle of vodka after learning my lesson on the last train I rode. This time, however, I RESERVED MY OWN SEAT. No more standing for 10 hours for me.

So I have but one hour left in Cluj. It seems not a gypsy mugging, nor a medical emergency, and not even a wild boar attack could keep me here longer. I’ll take it as a sign. I guess it is better to end something when it feels perfect, just in case you find out later that it isn’t. Cluj has been good to me; Romania has been good to me. I will spend a few days in Moldova before trying my luck in Kiev. Time to pack and catch a cab!

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