Chronicles of a HeadCase

Travelling alone in a foreign land where they speak a different language I haven’t understood yet, brings about a deafening silence from my lips and a sudden spike of continuous internal dialogue… so much that I start to wonder how come I don’t talk to myself that much anymore prior to this… lol. It is that feeling of solitude that refuses to be ignored and drives you to communicate internally as external channels are unavailable to you due to a lack of subtitles in real life. The only times I had any conversations here were during my meetings for work.

After I was done with all my meetings today, excitedly, I wondered a few hundred yards each way from my hotel in Bucharest, and in the blistering cold in search of a some fun… but all I could find was a small pub which reminded me of bars in Lincoln, NE on a Monday in the summer… basically dead and boring cause everyone is gone. The bartenders/waitresses looked at me like I was the first Asian they’ve seen in years… perhaps ever. So I ordered a stout and found myself sitting at the bar and amusing myself with mindless soliloquy. Looks like I have to make a few local friends for me to have a good time here… well, since I am flying off to Zagreb tomorrow noon, I guess it’ll have to be on the next trip. Hope to see and learn more about Romania the next time I come back. Until then, doesn’t look like I will be drinking much… at least not till I get back to KL. Although, I am always hopefull… haha

Click here to see some picture I took in Bucharest