Hostel Tina, Bucharest--well meaning but fails

What the heck, MAN. My "hostel"-keeper and his mom left for the day. He said he'd be back by 10am so I could leave this wretched place, but he's not back yet! It's already 11:10am! I have things to do! GAH. So my Bucharest experience is summed up in this coral-coloured leather living room set, stale pretzels, and rowdy dogs.

I just realised I am in the birth country of the beloved ISC.ro. Scrabble fans, rejoice. Now that I am here, it's not surprising that ISC should have been formed here. Aside from being outside the HASBRO sphere of influence, a lot of people here speak English surprisingly well.

Meanwhile, I am annoyed.