Bags are packed, think I have everything... passport, money, insurance, a pair of warm socks...
Arrive in Bucharest at lunchtime on Thursday to be met by someone from the ACCEPT, the Bucharest PRIDE organisation, then we're off to the British Embassy before heading off to the railway station so that I can catch the overnight train to Moldova. At midnight we reach the border and the whole carriage is lifted off the Romanian wheels and onto the Moldovan ones. (Moldova was a republic of the Soviet Union so the rail gauge (width) is different.)
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