Five hours later, you arrive in Bacau railway station. A friend from Bucharest lives here, and its always nice to know you can rely on someone if need be. You give him a quick call to let him know that you've arrived. He invites you over for some ciorba, but you politely refuse. Ciorba can wait, right now you have have a strong case of wanderlust.

But, where to go from here...?