At first sight, Romania doesn’t look particularly interesting. What can you really expect from an Eastern European country – other than gorgeous women and low costs of living? Not much, but it was enough evidence to take a chance.
I’ve had no connection to or prior knowledge of this place. Before actually considering to go there, quite frankly, Romania didn’t even show up on the radar of “things-that-matter-to-me”.
In fact, most of what I’ve known about Romania(ns) was no different to what I see on the streets every day: gypsies, homeless people and various types of criminals.
I found myself wondering, “Do these people actually beg in their home countries as well?” Not to the extend that I noticed.
Anyway, since I’ve already set the goal of going on an adventure trip in 2014, I decided to join a group of guys for a 5 day training program in Bucharest. The mansion we’ve rented was pretty decent for local standards. Best thing about it was the location – less then 5 minutes away from the city center and club scene.
Right when I arrived at the airport and took the bus to the center, I felt like being in Latin America. I’ve never been, but I thought this is what it must look like. A very distinct look – Third World country combined with hot ass climate. Yes, even September was almost unbearable.
Most of the places you get to see as tourist are decent (Western standard), but the rest – holy cow! A run down communist place par excellence. Don’t get me wrong, this is only a run-down place if you’re used to Western standards.
Going there to chase women makes perfect sense – quality- and quantity-wise. Bucharest is leaps ahead of any other major city I’ve been to. Lots of young girls with inflated lips – and boobs. Most of them still look very natural, but I am asking myself how they’re able to afford this, given that most women in Central Europe can’t even afford tuning their body in such a way.
On the second night, I met this super cool dude from Las Vegas. Probably not the most attractive guy, but with a superb carefree attitude. He really exuded indifference, yet still had a positive vibe, and approaching girls together was hell’ a lot of fun. We would follow girls for miles, only to be declined in front of their hotel room.
When he left – to get a hooker – sometime early in the morning, I was still going strong chasing down girls by myself. Most people were going to work again, it must have been 7 am already. One conversation that stood out was with this innocent looking girl at the bus stop. I hadn’t even delivered my line yet and she was already giggling.
We ended up talking for a bit – in hindsight, I should’ve been a bit more physical right there – and I learned that she was a webcam girl just going home from work, thinks black dudes smell, yet still wants to fuck one of them, and, following in the line of many other local girls, also wants to get her titties done.
Costs of living a pretty low – even in a big city such as Bucharest. Groceries are about half the price and taxi fares are even lower. A 5 minute taxi ride doesn’t cost more than $1 – given the driver doesn’t try to rip you off. (Which has happened to me. Basically he pretended to not have change. I was 30+ minutes late on a date already, had no time to argue and ended up paying twice the amount.)
What probably surprised me the most was that nearly all of the girls I spoke to had very good English. I am talking about excellent English – occasionally even better than my own. I can’t really make a case for people outside the 20-30 age bracket, but would think English won’t get you very far there.