On the train from budapest to Sighişoara, trying to sleep — with no success at all — I look over the window every now and then. I can assure you that Romania looks like you travelled in time kind of a century. In the past!
My camera battery is empty so I can’t take pictures, thus you somehow has to believe me.
Apart of breath-taking landscapes — like moving 19th-century paintings — my attention is captured by farm workers.
An elder man is picking up with his hands the hay he just cut using a sickle. The most used transport — at least in Transilvania — seems to be the horse-driven cart, and crossing the countryside your sight may stumble upon semi-demolished warehouses, 18th-century houses and haylofts, women wearing traditional costumes for their daily life as well as some luxury-SUV waiting side by side with a horse cart at the rail-road crossing.
This really is the wild-west of Europe.
I’m now writing this notes sitting in front of my 0.71 EUR half liter of Ciuc beer (pronounced as in Italian) in a small deserted cafe in Braşov, listening to traditional music.
And no, I’m not in the 3rd stage cantos regionales!
Oh, and by the way, don’t ask me about Sighişoara, because — not having sleeped all night — I fell asleep just during my station stop, proceeding happily to Braşov!
Notes to self
- always have the camera batteries fully charged.
- be aware of time-zone changing when setting the alarm to your scheduled train stop.
- don’t try to write about farm life, hay and the like, because you don’t know this kind of words in English!
…my dear prg…i notice two things…: the first is that the name of the beer seems coming out from an Alan Ford’s book. The second is that the girl in the photo beats you 3 beers against one….maybe you are getting too old…:)
P. your descriptions are perfect and made me think of a travel to nowhere I once had in Poland!!
Go on you will find better places… xxOx
Ha ha ha! LOL!
I’m afraid that you are the one getting old: the bottles are not in the girl’s table (she’s the bartender, actually), neither are beer bottles, and she’s drinking water — do you know water? Is that thing for washing things (they told me! :-)
Those happy days are now sadly over: I reached Greece, where the Euro curse had already spoiled all the beauty of our days (1993): now a beer in a bar is 6 EUR worth! (six! exi! sei!)
Help! Ally? Some hints?
Pi,
I have used Ally because in one of your posts you wrongly wrote: “ally it means I was there (for just one night): it kinda not suited me, for so to speak . . .”
Just a Joke!
British humor comes with wet weather!
CIAO
ALLY, (other name for ALI, used by UK relatives for the more common and more widely used: ALE!)
Prg..i take a deep breath…you haven’t changed for few days travelling…but what’s water? i use beer to wash myself…leave the skin softer.
but is Ally the englishman that doesn’t drink tea?
and what does it mean LOL?
I WAS RIGHT!