Today I depart from Bucharest. Is it a clean getaway? Not in the least! Streets that I'm on are one-way but going the wrong way. I want to turn left but I'm in the right lane and can't get over. I want to turn right, but I'm in the left lane. Streets are marked, but not the ones I'm looking for. Pretty soon I don't even know in what direction I'm going. Thank goodness for my trusty little compass I carry with me. I keep heading north as best as I'm able and eventually the city thins out and I see a sign for Ploieşti and Braşov. It was quite an adventure! I hate to admit it—a similar confused performance took place in Ploieşti. At least I saw more of the city, but only when I could take my eyes off the compass. Finally, as I go further north, hills reveal themselves in the distance. The Carpathians!