My Trek to Internext. Only in Fucking Romania
 

Alright so, I am starting up early to get more of home because ive only spent 6 days stateside in two years. With that being said, I get a nice first class train ticket from Iasi to Bucharest and expect a nice easy ride into the city, grab a hotel and crash out to get a relaxed start as I fly into London for a day.

NOOOOO, up in the fucking mountains -25 degrees plus the windchill the locomotive breaks down and is unable to generate heat for four hours. So here we are, pretty empty cabin, me and like 2 others, sitting dead in the tracks in the middle of the cold ass mountains for 4 fucking hours.

I dont think ive ever been that cold in my life, it just kept getting worse and worse as the minutes passed.

Moral of the story, it was all worth it. See you Vegas fuckers.