It was a sad day leaving Istanbul, but it had to be done. The next objective was to make my way by train to Germany in about two weeks stopping off for an occasional visit in places where it felt right and tight.

Bulgaria

I met a traveling French ladies man named Igor on the way to Sophia and when we got to the capital city of Bulgaria we tooled around looking for adventure. We met a woman who showed us around town, a friendly introduction to an otherwise unfriendly city. Per the woman´s request we bused it to a mountain to get view of the country, but being on the last bus we only got 15 minutes of view before it was time to go. We both agreed that Bulgarian women were not our thing. Kinda of like pho-Russians without the brand name recognition. It seemed liked the more north I traveled the whiter people got. “Don´t they get it Igor. I likes ‘em brown.” Maybe I had chosen the wrong continent.

Romania

…that being said the women in Bucharest were gorgeous. Unlike the Bulgarians, Romanians had a whole mighty mouse Italian thing going. I stopped off at Sighisoara for a small town feel after a month of big cities had become to hectic. This was the town were Dracula lived, and it smelled like the good earth. During the day I taught 12-year-old Romanian boys how to beatbox and fall down laughing at my silly voices. Its all about the kids.

Hungry

In Budapest I was never alone. After linking up with some Americans who studied in Prague, I had a ball: sight seeing buses, labyrinths, mineral baths. They offered me a place in Prague, and hopefully I will get to go. Next I met an Italian guy who cooked me carbinara pasta at our hostel. He introduced me to this Hungarian woman who get this…does´t eat at all. No food…just liquid. She tried to explain that it was a spiritual thing, but try telling an Italian and let alone me that food is unnecessary. It was still interesting talking to her and that´s coming from a guy who pretty much travels to eat. Eat those sweet beats.

Austria

When I hit Vienna, I was no longer floating on a good exchange rate. The Euro kept me limited, where as before I felt like a mob boss, throwing down 10-20,000 Hungarian florins just for some groceries. With a Canadian I met I skipped through Vienna rather quickly. Moving on to Salzburg, the home of Mozart and the sound of Music. With rolling green hills I could just imagine Julia Andrews singing “the hills are alive…” In Insbruke, a Austrian took me to a bar and we ended up toasting to the recently deceased Austrian political figure Hider. Hey, wasn´t he that guy who was a neo-Nazi. Ah well, I was in Austria after all.

…Right now I am in Germany. I just spent a couple days in the Bavarian country side with family connection Hart. He showed me castles and mountains and the good life like pasta with pork in a cream sauce. This definitely wasn´t kosher Israel. Next…the German Spoken Word Tour.

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