the great fish-o-filet robbery

We had just spent 5 agonizing hours standing in the train from Sighisoara. It still amazes me how they dare cram their trains full with passengers paying the same price for a seat and for standing room. Standing trains are the pits of hell no one told you about.

So we arrived at the Gara de Nord in Bucharest pretty late at night, hammered and hungry, with not much in sight except McDonalds. Everything is edible when we're hungry.

Filet-O-Fish in a bag, we trotted along the perimeter of the train station looking for a taxi to bring us to the hostel. Not only did most taxis not know the way (even though it was not a terribly long way off), but a whole bunch of dodgy homeless people were harassing us, trying to get some food or money of us. They pull all the stops to rip you off, either by sending a really cute kid to give you the puppy eyes, or by feigning pregnancy or handicap.

These two girls approached us, gesticulating in the general direction of the taxi line when suddenly FWAAAPPP!!! They lunged at my McDonalds bag, ripping it right out of my fingers and grabbing the burger box off the floor. WTF??!!