At Riga airport, the clock had ticked so far ahead that I was starving—who wouldn't be? :D So, I bought a slice of cheese cake and a mango dessert from a kiosk. The cashier whipped out a wooden spoon from the drawer and before I could blink, an extra 20 cents was slapped onto my bill. I asked her to remove it.
On the plane, it turned out there was some electrical issue, and we were warned that the power would be turned off for a couple of minutes while they figured out the cause. Those "couple of minutes" stretched into about ten, but when light finally flooded back into our little tunnel, it was confirmed that the airplane was in perfect working order and fit to fly.
Once in Bucharest, the taxi dropped us off at the edge of the old town, as cars couldn't enter. We navigated through bars, pubs, strip clubs, and construction zones to find our hotel, got a scrap of paper with our door code, and headed to our room. Starvation nearly blinding us, we dashed to a nearby café to eat. Instead of meatballs, we were served some mush that had been rolled into balls and deep-fried in breadcrumbs. Everything else was really good, though. The menu stated that a 10% service charge would be added to the bill, but it seems that the waitress thought she delivered such an extraordinary experience that she tacked on 15% instead.
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