Please excuse the unscheduled break between posts. I was supposed to wrap up the story about our spring break trip to Eastern Europe in 1982 last week, but real life got in the way. In this case, a paid writing assignment with a pressing deadline. Things will continue to be hectic for the rest of the summer (for guidebook writers, summertime is research time), but I’ll try to keep the output at a post per week if I can.
In the first part of this story (find the link here), I left you standing with me in the middle of a surprisingly tidy Bucharest campground, speaking with a confused old man, and staring off into the middle distance at the city's Communist-era skyscraper ‘Casa Presei Libere’ (called ‘Casa Scînteii’ at the time, after the hard-line Communist Party newspaper, ‘Scînteia,’ headquartered there). We’d made it all the way from Luxembourg in our red rental Ford Escort and we were closing in our goal of reaching the Black Sea and heading back home.