Backward, cold, and full of theives. I’ve heard some rough stuff about Romania but what I learned last night, takes the cake.
Bukarest is live- like all the way live.
Been around the world and seen a lot of clubs, but nobody tops this place. It makes Nyc look like an old age home full of complainers.
They played every Rap/R&B hit from 1992 until today. Everyone was dressed and dancing (guys too) and at one point they had a storm of paper napkins blowing around the room, and I don’t know why, but we all felt like it was raining $100 bills.
Drinks were cheap cause the dollar goes far over here in Eastern Europe, and an extra bonus for the ladies, the bathroom never had a line even though the place was packed.
I looked across the street and the place over there was just as wild.
People here have only been friendly and nobody has tried to steal a thing yet. The only thing I lost so far was some nonesense stereotypes and a few pounds dancing until the sun came up.