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... with a mind full of impressions to sift through, lots of questions about the future of these people and places with few answers.
Romania, let alone a small village wasn’t top of my list of places to visit yet, by choice I’ve stayed longer than usual and had a great experience. Hans and Wilma’s hospitality has undoubtedly been pivotal in this. My 'sound memories' will be rich from this chapter too. The church ...
... was waiting (>3 hours), he brought back an instant hay fever attack for me. The cats also shared the attic. The victory outweighed the physical inconveniences.
There's a small but well stocked village shop.
Language being a limitation but we are allowed behind the counter to help ourselves. The immediate neighbours here are Roma - they seem to adhere to a dress code - black brimmed felt hat, black trousers and often a white shirt ...
... and there were quite a few cars parked on the side of the road. We knew when the double zero car passed us that there was a rally around here somewhere! Just a few kilometres further up the road it was closed. We managed to park Tilly nearby and Neville went for a look. It was the Sibiu Rally Challenge. The cars did a run up the road one way and then another run back down. I stayed ...
... later with a change over cylinder. Fantastic and off we
set very grateful for their help.
However whilst we were stuffing around time had marched on
and when we crossed into Romania we were in for a big shock. Romania is
definitely the poor peripheral country, road were not so good and the traffic a
little more random.
The first town is dominated by a coal burning power station
and the place just looked like we had seen in India. So we pushed ...
... happened each time the wildebeest played. No wonder he was hesitant. He'd played these predators so often that he sensed (even if he couldn't see) the trap. After the slaughter, two predators would go at it and make seemingly crazy moves that I wouldn't understand the reason for until at least 4 moves later.
After a couple of hours of riveting chess, I take my leave. I don't want to go, but I really have to pee and I'm just not that ...