So, what’s my favourite color?


Cuvinte n-am. Pîn’ la vară nu cred să găsesc. Decît d-alea urîte.

Din nou pe drum, în sfîrşit!


După vreo trei săptămîni de rugăminţi şi pupat în cur, vineri s-a hotarît că merge şi nu mai face mişto de noi weekend de weekned. Noi am fost fericiţi şi am zis că duminică sîntem liberi. Aşa că ne-am prezentat dis de dimineaţă, echipaţi pin’ la rît şi rînjind cu gura pin’ la urechi la gîndu’ că o să admirăm şi noi în sfîrşit natura care numa’ ce se trezeşte la viaţă…

Eh, numa’ bine, am fluturat batistuţa albă şi ne-am pornit. Vreo 500 de metri chiar am apucat să mă gîndesc că o să mă doară domnul cur că, de, s-a dezobişnuit de astfel de tratamente. Dară nu. Brrrr-cîhhhh-poc-poc. Gata. Încă vreo oră pe marginea drumului, în soare, cu 546 de kile de chestii pe noi, trezit oameni gospodari şi speriat pisici, şurubelniţe, pîr, poc… deplasare la benzinărie. Făcut plinu’, apoi admirat între rîs şi plîns isteric:

Inevitabil, drumu’ înapoi acasă cu bagaju-n braţe şi apoi jelit amaru’ la cîrciuma din zonă.

Întotdeauna mi s-a părut că-i specială prima ieşire din an. Fericire:

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Ploieşti, zona crîşmei:

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Part V


We then headed to Maramures.

barsana monastery

barsana monastery

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same

We kept going towards Vatra Dornei and then Bicaz. We had planned to see more of the Moldavia area, but the roads were a mess after heavy rain and flooding. So, again, we had to cut it short.

I didn’t miss the chance to make a fool of myself…

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… but I quickly got over it

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Bicaz lake

Bicaz lake

Cheile Bicazului

And Lacu Rosu

Well, this is basically where the story ends. It should have been one day and a few hundred km longer but, when we got to Baile Tusnad, the bike said she wouldn’t carry my 150 kilos for anything in the world. I returned home by car the same day but took no more pictures.

Part IV


From Hunedoara we went to Pestera Ursilor – Bears cave – which we believed would prove one of the top sights. And it did. It’s a pity we weren’t able to take pitures; that camera wasn’t meant for this.

only one

only one

sunset

sunset

The next day, destination Cluj Napoca, quite in a rush, unfortunately. That’s when the bike told us for the first time that she was kind of sick and tired of it all and she wanted to go home. But all she got was a quick fix.

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Part II


We finally get to Baile Herculane; we’re soaked to the bone and horribly cold. We spend two days there (instead of one) because of bad weather. We still manage to take some pictures, most to our disappointment. What could be an outstanding place was really just a ruin…

nice view bad weather

nice view bad weather

depressing sights

depressing sights

When the rain finally decides to give us a break, we head south to Orşova and then west along the Danube to Portile de Fier. That was one of the greatest days really. Not only the mighty Sun was kind enough to show us it was still alive and kicking, but the views were also special. Oh, we saw two foxes by the side of the road, too.

Orsova

Orsova

the Danube

the Danube

and again

and again

We had in mind to see Cheile Nerei, but it had started to rain again and it was quite late. So we had to move on and cut it short.