So the trip carried on, over the Danube and we remembered about a name we always heard on the radio when we were kids: Harsova. How many of you remember “Cotele apelor Dunarii”? Goddam, that thing haunted my entire childhood. Guess where we wanted to stop? That’s right – Harsova. And we searched for a hotel there, and searched and searched, but couldn’t find crap. That’s when we decided that we should at least get to see the massive river before we left and, luck struck, right on its bank we found a floating house which we rented for the night (cheaply might I add). Before the night set in we got to go for a ride in a busted boat, that made us all kiss the ground when we got back. To be continued.