Snipers on Carousels

It's gotten to the stage where documenting our day to day shenanigans is going to get a bit boring. I think I'll start writing about specific aspects of Romanian culture instead, just to shake things up a bit. It's probably best to start with where we spend alot of time; our local.
Well, we have about 3 bazillion locals. Everywhere sells alcohol; take aways, petrol stations, coffee shops, markets etc. It's more prevalent than air here. Also, cigarettes are in the impulse buy section at Supermarkets.
Anyway, our local of choice is a little place down a flight of stairs (stairs is a generous word, stairs don't usually lie at 70 degree angles) and is shrouded in smoke. It's called, and we didn't know this until last night, The Shanty House. I love that. It looks sort of like the Brunswick Cellars on Suchihall Street except this place has wifi, everyone smokes and the booze is pennies. There's another point; I've met dozens of people so far and all bar one of them smoke. The only person who doesn't is a Dutch girl living down the hall from us.
The pub is split into two rooms with some sort of feature wall between them. The room with the entrance has the bar and the typical tables and chairs etc, the second room is much darker and has sofas and whatnot. The only thing that we don't enjoy about the pub is an apparent obsession with a strange disco ball sort of thing that shines red lights all around the room like snipers on carousels.
I my stream of thought. Dave and I went out for coffee and I forgot to finish this. I think i'll call it quits and think of something else to write about later.
And so it goes.