At Midnight on Friday, my friends and I boarded a brightly lit WizzAir flight headed to Bucharest, Romania. We had booked our tickets a few weeks earlier. We are all postgrad students, and we were simply tired of spending every waking hour at the library. We were in desperate need of adventure, and we needed it now.
Skyscanner told us that the cheapest flights out of Scotland in March were to… Ah, you guessed it, didn’t you? Yeah, babe, they were to Romania. So we booked them, it was as easy as that. We completely ignored the fact that both our flights were due to leave during night time – and we also ignored the fact that we would only be able to spend 28 hours in Bucharest. It’s an adventure, we said cheerfully, let’s do this!
However, the adventurous joy had completely disappeared by the time we were boarding the plane. We were tired, grumpy, and wondered what the hell we’d been thinking when we booked the tickets. Suddenly, arriving in Bucharest at 4 in the morning felt like something out of a nightmare. We desperately needed to cheer up, and that’s when Maggie came up with one of her best
worst ideas ever: let’s fake a hen do!
And so we did. Suddenly, I was wearing an engagement ring, and chatting effortlessly to strangers about my soon-to-be wedding (April 2nd, by the way. Any takers?) with a dentist from Kirkcaldy. By the time I fell asleep in my seat, Julia was criticizing the bridesmaids’ dresses to two Scottish lads seated next to her while drinking free beer (gifted to her to celebrate the hen do). Ah what a night, what a flight.
After only four hours of sleep, combined with a solid breakfast, we did what every other hen do’s apparently do – we went pub-crawling.
So, as they say in Romania, Noroc!