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This, as a follow-up to yesterday, is the view from my eigth floor hotel room in Bucharest. The trip back, along a different road, took only three and a half hours. Much less villages, almost no horse-carts.
Once here, a cab-driver charged me about 10 euros to take me around the block to the hotel (was too hot, tired and crabby by then to resist him; or to properly mind getting ripped off).
