Saturday, 18 May 2019

Day 7 Friday 10 May - Bucharest


Friday 10 May, Day 7

We asked to do some washing, which took 1hr45, so it was late before we left.  We walked past the patisserie in the station 


  

to Victoria Plaza to catch the hop-on/hop-off bus.  We waited for quite a while to see which way, in all the chaos, they came, but none did.  So we went downstairs to the subway train, and went for one station to Herastrau Park, near the Arche de Triomphe.  
 


 We walked through the peaceful green park, and at last found the National Village Museum, which is a collection of nearly 300 original wooden buildings, dismantled from all over Romania, and brought here.  The oldest is the big church, from 1722.  They are all pretty simple, and a few were open to see the furniture and rugs and blankets.  
 




 

 
 We'd had homemade sandwich while we were there, so needed some afternoon tea back in the city. We tried a couple of times to get a bus map, but obviously they don’t exist, and we never saw a ho-ho bus all afternoon, but did get caught in a heavy downpour.  Near University Square we asked directions of a guy who looked reasonable, and he immediately got into deep conversation with David, and off we went with him, in the opposite direction I thought we needed.  After about 5 mins, he pointed us down the street, and asked for 20 for his trouble.  We gave him 20 RON, considerably less, to get rid of him, and he disappeared quickly.  Back in the plaza David suddenly pointed, and there were the golden onions, so close that we’d missed them.  But the inside was nothing compared to the roof.  
 
 So we jumped on a bus, and after a while, tried to find ourselves on Googlemaps.  Another passenger came to our aid, and emphatically pointed out that we were way off course, so we jumped off  quickly.  As the rain came down again, David spotted a bus with destination ‘Gara de Nord’, so once again we waited, and at last one came and took us home.  We retrieved our second load of washing,  and strung it round before getting dinner.

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