In my previous article, I made a short introduction about me, my work and my experience accumulated over the last few years. As mentioned, I organise party-trips for groups of men or women travelling to Romania. While spending my time hosting the groups I am often being asked about crazy and funny moments I have witnessed, therefore, I would like to share a few with you as well here, my dear reader. Maybe, you will find yourself in one of these situations as well, who knows, haha!

I remember as it was yesterday my first group: around 26 men, coming to Bucharest for 4 nights. Imagine me, a young 23 years old woman, looking after a bunch of 26 guys.

I was waiting for them at the arrivals hall in the airport. I can still feel the emotions, the trill and the anxiety I felt at the same time. The moment they came out the doors, I knew it’s them: personalised T-shirts, loud, laughing, singing and screaming when they saw me. I guided them towards the bus transfer and believe it or not, we even managed to take a group photo with all of us even if the motion level was just as if a lot of ping-pong balls were falling out from a basket. 

We reached the hotel and while they were checking in, I was cleaning the bus with the driver and by cleaning I mean throwing away the empty bottles of vodka they had on the way to the accommodation.

The party-trip had started. When I went back to the hotel in the evening to pick them up for the pub- crawl, I asked at the reception if they knew where my group was as nobody was picking up my phone calls and the answer was as simple and funny as that: THEY ARE EVERYWHERE! This is how I knew that it was going to be a very long night.

So it was! We went to a few bars, the drinks were pouring and everybody was back to the hotel around 5 or 6 AM. 

Two nights of heavy clubbing and drinking followed. During these days & nights, everybody in the group was either drunk, either hangover, or in between.

The last night was the top point of the trip because when I arrived at the hotel to pick them up for the last night out, the reception staff kept me on hold, to discuss some things. The discussion resumed to “ They broke this, they broke that, they screamed and danced in the halls in the very early morning, they broke the other thing, and another thing and they took things from the fridges in improvised bags made from towels, they broke some doors while wrestling and sooo on!  “. They had to pay damages. I was a bit worried about this but I felt so relieved when I saw them so understanding and that they collected the money so fast. Actually, their biggest concern was to arrive faster to the pub, haha! 

The departure day was memorable as well because the bus they had to transfer them back to the airport somehow broke at exactly that moment so I had to call taxis and organise 26 hangover ( or still drunk) boys with luggages in about 7 different cars. Should I mention that it was raining during this time? 

So there was me, in the rain, screaming and carrying luggages, organising 26 dizzy boys in taxis and I was something like: “ I had fun and enjoyed these days with you, guys, but, go back home!”. 

The funniest and last thing they told me was that they learned one Romanian word. I asked which one was that and their answer was: “ Anda!”. The only thing they remembered from this trip was their guide’s name. I think I can count this as an accomplishment as well, no?  Hahaha!