you're in romania, how could things not go great?

my three worst fears about the bus were luckily unfounded:
i was scared 1. that the bus wouldn't come, as they told me to be there one hour earlier (so at 6am) an the bus wasn't there until 7.15 am
2. that i won't have 2 seats for myself and my cold, and in fact i had half the bus for myself, as there were only 5 passengers and the 3 drivers
3. yeah, my laptop is just fine.

my other fears were closer to the truth...
we did not arrive at the planned moment, but earlier, which is surprising. let's say, if we add up, deduct, compare, they still owe me 5 hours from the road to france (was 9 hours late)...

the drivers were in fact three uneducated bastards that listen to manele, and one of them had to hit on me...

at the border with hungary, they took our passports and returned them to 2 of the ppl in the bus, and called the other 2 "downstairs". after 3 minutes they were yelling at me "why are you still in the bus, go down"
i went down, the customs guy points at my visa and mumbles and shouts
so i say, yeah, that's a studies visa, it's not expired
he continues to yell mumbo jumbo
i repeat
he yells again, this time in a more comprehensible way: "Why you not bus?"
oh, poor customs officers, they are starting to loose weight already..

they had movies, which was a good thing until you saw them... the best was the day after tomorrow, and if that one was the best, imagine the rest..
oh, i made a rhyme. i must be too tired...soooo this is the end.
this is how it looks like:
will miss you!