Like I keep saying, I love Romania! When I first landed in Bucharest I still could not believe I was actually here, I never really thought I would live to see thirty let alone get my shit together enough to travel, I am definitely very pleased with myself at this point in time.

I stayed in Bucharest with a friend of mine (Lucian) and his family, I am very grateful they allowed me to stay with them, they are such lovely and fun people.  Lucian took me on a tour of Bucharest City as well as to a Village Museum and we also did lots of shopping.

After Bucharest I went and stayed in a lovely hotel in Constanta which is on the coast of the Black Sea.  Constanta is awesome but I was a bit lonely as I can’t speak much Romanian and staying in a hotel instead of a hostel is not very social.  I pretty much just stuck to the harbour, visited the old casino, and enjoyed the food and beer.

I left Constanta for Tulcea which was an Epic fucking disaster!  The people I stayed with had a filthy bug infested apartment, the apartment itself could have been lovely if they just cleaned it. Not only was the place awful there were no hostels that had any beds left so I was stuck in a filthy apartment and having to share a bug infested bed with a total fucking stranger.  I had to pay 100 Lei to stay at this horrible place, I only paid because anywhere else would have been tripple the price.  After paying this amount of money it soon becomes clear that my “friend” from IRC and his flatmate have no money at all and I have to pay for everything.  I got jibbed out of so much money and I was only there for two days, I could have stayed in five fucking star hotel. I spent more in Tulcea than I did in Bucharest and Constanta combined and as a consequence I could only afford to visit one more city.  I got the fuck out of Tulcea and went to Brasov.

In Brasov I stayed at a pretty cool hostel called Kismet Dao… at least it was cool until one of their staff members lost both my blazer and my new winter coat.  I am pissed off about it but fuck it, I’ll just have to get over it.  The staff have made efforts to get my jackets back but I have not received an apology and maybe it’s a bit to much to expect but I believe I deserve one, instead the person who removed my jackets just said “good luck finding a new coat”.    There are notices that explain staff are not responsible for theft etc. but in this case the staff member physically took both of my jackets off their coat hangers and put them with a bunch of luggage that was being loaded into a bus to Serbia.

I stayed in Basov for a week during my time here I saw three castles, Rasnov Fortress, Bran Castle and Peles Castle in Sinaia.  I love all thee castles but Bran is my favourite, Peles Castle was just a but much for me.  Bran Castle is just perfect and not because it’s “Dracula’s” castle because it’s actually not.

Dracula or Vlad Tepes Probably never even stayed there, he may have been imprisoned there for a night or two but there is no evidence of this.  Bran Castle became famous as Count Dracula’s castle because of Bram Stokers book Dracula.  Vlad’s actual castle, Boenari Castle and is located Walachaia (the province Vlad actually ruled) at the top of a huge mountain that no public transport goes to and you have to climb 1480 steps to get to the entrance.  I do want to see Boenari Castle so I will come back in summer to visit Vlad’s actual castle as well as the cities of Sighisora and Tirgu Mures.  I am a sad I could not afford to see these places this time but the locals have told me summer is better anyway and I need my money for London.

In a few days I will leave Romania and go to London where I will hopefully get a job quickly.  I am very much looking forward to seeing my Angel again, staying with her is going to be a blast!

I have been in Romania for nearly a week now, I am amazed and totally in love.  I am relived to be away from Australia and it’s awful fucking beer.  Beer in Romania is like it should be, full of flavour, the right colour and tastes fucking amazing!

I do miss my job and the people I worked with.  The guys are all so beautiful and I even loved my managers.  I hope the guys are being well looked after now that I am not there.  When I left lots gave me gifts; Troy gave me a Nokia N95 with 8gb of storage, Moie gave me a keying of a little jandle and Simon gave me an Angry Bird.  I could not fucking believe the guys gave me these things, I am very grateful and love all of my gifts.

I very much miss the people I lived with at Billabong Gardens Hostel in Newtown.  I especially missed Matias, the fucking Pike bastard who lived with at the hostel. No word of a lie he is mixture of two Brad Pitt characters… Mickey O’Neil (Snatch) and Tyler Durden (Fight Club), a total sexy as bad boy.  I did stay with him for one night but I very well behaved (meaning I was to drunk to do anything else).

A girl called Clau Dia was in the same dorm room as me and we became very good friends, she is super motivated, clever, beautiful and was always so nice to me.  Clau Dia is from Germany and I look forward to visiting her there when she returns from Australia.

Everyone else in the Hostel was lovely also, the Canadians were oh so funny.  One of the Canadians, Riley is a total man whore but still a lovely guy and the other Canadian, Ian actually looks like Where’s Wally.

I became friends with pretty much everyone that was there long term which made it easy to live there, if I go back to Australia I will definitely live there again, at least until I find a flat…. Although it is pretty fucking easy to just stay there.

At first Sydney sucked fucking arse!! It took a lot longer then I expected to find a job and while trying to find a job I was battling my depression as always and to make everything worse I had to deal with my step mother who despises my existence, blames me for all the problems in her marriage which of course have been happening ever since I was a little child. It was horrible but I had to politely tell her that I am not responsible for her decision to stay in a violent marriage and although I can understand she thought she was doing what was best for her children it was still not my fault nor is it my fault she believes she loves her beater.  I have no way to verify how horrible her situation actually is, from what I experienced of her she seems to use filthy machiavellian mind games and deception to get what she wants.  Every time I caught her up in a lie she had told or asked to explain why something was my fault when I was four years old she nearly strangled me.

I tried to get along with my step mother and I would still really like to, unfortunately I have no control over what people think of me or how they feel towards me and I am only responsible for my own actions. I decided to get the fuck out of that house. I will of course stay in touch with my siblings, I loved being there and getting to know them, they are just so lovely.  I liked being able to get to know my Dad too, I don’t really know my Dads side of the family and I very much enjoyed their way of life and of course all the wonderful curries.

Eventually I got a job doing IT support at an accounting firm.  This job was not so good and I was only there for two weeks.  I left the accounting firm when I got my current job which I absolutely love.  I now work for Fujitsu on one of their Service Desks. I am absolutely in my element, I love service desk work and the people I am working are lovely too.  I may have been in such an amazing mood ever sense I have been working at Fujitsu and I have been so warm and friendly the managers think that this is what I am always like and other members have commented on how much I brighten up the place.  No one knows I am dark dreary depressed reformed emo…. Hopefully they will never have to find out.

I am living at a backpackers in Newtown Sydney, working every day and saving for my travels to Romania and England.  I leave on October 13 for Bucharest, I’ll travel around Romania for three weeks then get a job somewhere in England where I will drink tea and listen all the lovely British accents… I’ll get an accent like Stephen Fry.

The people at the backpackers are really lovely and I get a long with mostly everyone, there is one insane batty old lady who is just bitter so I just keep away from her, I was originally in the same dorm room as her but I promptly moved to the room next door and I have a really good set up and a routine that suits my lifestyle at this point in time. One of my new backpacker friends just made me a lovely cup of British tea.

I don’t really know how I like Sydney yet because I haven’t started working and have gone out, met anyone or engaged in any activities with any hot guys. On Thursday I will find out about a job I really want and then I will hopefully start work on Monday.

Staying with my family here is interesting…. My Dad can’t understand the Aspergers, my step mother hates me (see an earlier post). My siblings are cool though and I am enjoying getting to know them. I think moving here was good because there were things I was feeling guilty for and needed to apologise to my Dad about which I have done now.

I will work until I have enough money to go to Europe and hopefully have some fun there :)

I miss Brisbane so much, I haven’t laughed at all since I have been in Sydney, I am back to my morbid little self.