Goodbye Sinaia

The train is quite full and we struggle at first to find our seats. Our friend, the police chief, at least got us on to the right wagon. On board we find a conductor who locates our seats and kicks out whoever was sitting there. Another passenger gives up space above for my backpack and Katarina's I squeeze between my legs and under the table separating us from two passengers opposite. This is a more modern train and, ironically, comes from Budapest. We settle down for a 90 minute journey to Bucharest at times hitting 140kph - speeds I didn't know they did in these parts of the world. We both drift in and out of sleep. All the while I wrap my hands around my bag to ensure nobody can take anything. However, a passenger on the other side of the isle has three smart phones laid out in plain sight. Someone is having a laugh.