Since I start this every day with an update on the breakfast room situation, today we had two football team in, which is much smaller than the coach tours we’ve had most mornings. They drank all the orange drink.

I packed up my stuff and was out much earlier than I really needed to be to cross off the last few places – Piata Romana, the Romulus and Remus statue (which is not at Piata Romana!) St Nicholas-in-a-day, the old town (got some badges for my blanket!), a better look at the Palace, getting some use out of my metro ticket, sit in a park or two and then back to Gara de Nord for the 15:50 to the airport where I found myself sitting next to a poor idiot boy who didn’t realise the at least 10-minute stop at the big station where everyone got off the train and everyone got on the train was in fact the end of the line until the train started moving, in the wrong direction. Off at the first stop and back for another go.

I made it successfully to the airport, through security with my bag getting swabbed twice and my sewn-in belt getting me out of a manual search that really should have been done, through passport control and now I’m sitting at the lounge with this balanced very precariously. It’s hard to be loquacious when you have to touch the keyboard really lightly in case all belongings fall over backwards onto the floor but I’m at the airport!