Oh damn, this is delicious! I bit into my Gin soaked pie, allowing the flavours to explode my tastebuds as I grinned, slightly wiping off the crumbs that dotted my chin. The atmosphere was exotically dark inside the London Gin Club, the smells a rich pungent from the aromas that wafted from my Gin glass. I took a sip.
Stumbling out of Bucharest Airport, bleary-eyed, looking at the pre-dawn lit landscape, I turned round to my frenemy, Mark: ‘Smell that. We’re in a whole new country.’ Already, the temperature was warm, threatening to increase even further with every roll the sun made towards the horizon from below.