For once the flight was uneventful. Even whizzed through passport control and got the bags straight away. Trying to find the car hire place was a bit back and forth but once we found it, it was plain sailing. Sort of. We will come back to that.
After filling the paperwork at the airport we were then driven to a nearby office to pick up the car. A very sweet young lad drove us. He told us despite his job on airport transfers, he had never been on a plane. Adam asked if he could fly anywhere in the world where would it be? His answer? Ibiza! The little raver! Some dream of life on the high seas. Some dream of nights high on e’s. Who are we to judge?
So we picked up the car which was an automatic Renault Megane. I used to have a Megane so no issue. Well, I mean I’ve never driven a left hand drive. Or an automatic but I’m sure I’ll be fine. Right? I’ve driven on the continent before loads of times but just in my own car. How different can it be? Well it turns out quite a bit different when your head still thinks you’re in the right hand seat and so your depth perception is all off. Hitting the kerb at 40mph in the first 10 mins was a bit of a shock. I only did that once more. Maybe twice. Or three times after that though and I was fine. I got to the hotel! I only got beeped at once and hit one old lady so I count that as a win.
Everything was in Romanian at the car park so we weren’t even sure if we could park overnight. By this point Adam was really needing the loo and so a covert operation happened in the backseat involving a Volvic bottle. I asked him where it was just now. Apparently it’s still in the car so I have that to look forward to tomorrow. It’s only day one and already I’m taking back a car that I’ve scuffed the wheels of and that stinks of wee wee.
We only had two hours sleep last night so we had a quick stroll around the local area, met some of the locals, and by that I mean the local cats, noted how many strip clubs there are in the area and got a kebab. Now we are back in the hotel room planning tomorrow to see what it brings!


PS I did NOT hit an old lady just in case you were wondering. Artistic licence and that. Just thought I’d better clear that up before we go on.
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