bucharest sunday afternoon

a sunday afternoon walk on a friday afternoon. bucuresti - picturesti

a walk in the city

wednesday: control - thursday: swine flu

wednesday night at the control. two djs, scratched cds, lousy transitions, a whole lotta fun!
we rocked the night!

next morning i woke up having 80% of the official swine-flu-symptoms-list symptoms.
the two licence brewed holstens couldn't have been that bad to me. wonder what it was...
anyway. after a day in bed i feel better!

next must-be-there-dates for the control so far:

14.11. dj leo - indie invasion
29.11. amsterdams (which we'll unfortunately miss today because of the symptoms mentioned above)
11.12. foals - just a dj set, but it'll be a nice one, i suppose

invitatie klezmer

it all started with an invitatie. many thanks to george! it needed an invitatie to convince me to go to a klezmer concert. in fact, i like the music. and as christian said: it sounds like beirut mixed with shantel and starts with K.

now i received the full package. a czech klezmer band from prague playing in bucharest presented by the austrian embassy in their jazz meets klezmer week.

having a vin fiert (the good old gluehwein - there's no need to wait till christmas to enjoy this in romania) and helping ourselves with some chairs from outside of the club we listened to the mentioned czech band called klec. the acordeonist/trompetist guy impressed the girls. i liked the singer and his jacket. the beard competition was won by the trumpet. the peasant bonus went to the bass guitar (he was supposed to live at the countryside for several years. and we love peasants for their fresh fruits they bring to the markets.)

the czech band is leaving. a belgian announced band appears, does it right, carries the audience along.

why do people start dancing all of a sudden? whoaaa! how can all these people have fun without being badly drunk. sorry, forgot we're not in germany.

great evening. it's getting late. we're trying to catch the last bus home. after aquiring a little purple flower we dash into the cold night.

how comes that i see bucharest mostly at night? who cares. it's great. not as scary as i thought it would be. roadsweepers. more dogs. less traffic.
piata victoriei. we almost lost andreea in a car accident. heading forward. where is that bus station? no, the bus going the opposite direction never stops on the opposite side of the road. that would be kinda lame.

piata romana. waiting for the bus. calling a little kitty with some "mietz mietz" catches the attention of pedestrians. the kitty stays unimpressed.

 













it's cold. freezing. chucks are not the right choice for the bucharest autumn. i wouldn't like to see my grandma out on the streets that late. but the lady at the bus stop stands the cold. and she's kind of flying. isn't she? amazing.

later she just took the bus home.

 anyone missing this flower? i know where it hides. but i can't release it. i gave it as a present.

miez toast, corny joke

having a look at the miez toast i remembered this german one.

where do cats live?

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in the mietshaus.

one of my favourites. and as i'm bad in memorizing jokes maybe the only one available to me.

btw, got it?

toastbrot, baby

somebody did cruel things to my french bread. the crust is missing. completely. why do people do this? who needs this? i'm confused. any ideas? anyone who needs/loves it like that? anyone with teeth?

edit: the naked toast was some addition in a kb toast pachet promotional named miez toast. core toast. cool term. now it all makes sense. lesson learned.

edit edit: the real toast was just the addition to the crustless. so i bought the bad one, beeing bribed with the good one. i feel guilty. and a bit used.

the outside of the cow, please

i never had beef giblets. why should i? no one should. the chinese delivery service we chose that evening had a slightly different opinion.

i don't remember me ordering some disgusting creepy alien something. but i got it - and a taste in my mouth that didn't go off for two days.

btw the restaurant is supposed to be a good one. really. temple of the sun. no, it's not a whorehouse. please go there and eat. don't forget to remind them to not to accidentally serve gibs.

edit: nu. no photos, unfortunately. i was just advised to puke on plate instead. but i won't :P