Bucharest, Day 1

Slept 12 hours, despite the usual hostel racket. Finally no winesap worries, no koolwhip concerns. Wandered aroun the rest of the day. Hurried activities prior to my departure helped me forget my compass, but still i maintained a fair sense of direction. This town is nice enough, standard Eastern European city. More Belgrade than Prague.

I think the scale on my maps is off by a factor of two, else i'm terribly out of walking shape. Enough English spoken here, getting around is rather easy, though eating still a bit difficult. The language holds many similarities to Italian, but different enough i'm not sure what kind kind of chicken that was. Still, the language, coupled with the Roman alphabet, makes sign reading, and thus getting around, rather easy.