I glanced out of the bus when leaving the airport. Large chunks of concrete created a grey contrast against the thick packs of snow slowly forming against the structures from the penetrating ice rains slamming down gloomy suburbs. To say it was love at first sight between me and Bucharest would be an unreserved lie.
But, I’m tolerant. I believe in second chances. I wanted a slice of the Balkans raw on my plate and to sink my teeth into them. I was, by all means, determined to find the hidden treasures of Romania’s frozen capital. Literally.
Geocaching was going to be the compass to my urban exploration, a digital cupid to slowly, but surely, make me fall with the introverted charm of this destination.
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