Casa Wagner Sighisoara

... The train I am on is a double decker train. Interesting microcosm of Romania. Farmers with buckets of produce, locals getting groceries from the town nearby … At one point, high school kids get on from a stop that I see nothing but corn fields. They are dressed nicely and all exit at the same stop a few stops away, apparently going to some Saturday evening event. The kids are listening to music on their cell phone that reminds me of Indian music ...

... so rude and annoying I wanted to scream at them. They didn't speak English so I couldn't really express myself the way I would have liked. They would get up for smoke breaks throughout the night, but as they did this they flipped on all the lights. I am on the top bunk and the light is an arm's reach from my face. Then they would hog all the room so there was only a small space for my bag. They would talk loudly throughout the night and ...

... leaving. It was a maxitaxi and it turns out you buy the ticket once you are in the vehicle. I took a seat towards the back which was a big mistake. It took all my efforts not to be sick. Thankfully about an hour into the drive we pulled over (for what I think was a smoke break). One of the passengers left here and his seat was to the front which I gratefully took over. It made the rest of the trip a little easier, although the high speeds and sudden ...

... up and rundown than Brasov. Loads of abandoned buildings. And lots of stray dogs. Or 'community dogs' is the political correct term some people use. I had read that Bucharest, the Romanian capital, had lots of stray dogs but that's not true. They're all over the place in Romania. The dogs tend to hang out in places where humans are, so that means train stations and what not. So sometimes one of the first things you see when you get off the train in Romania is a ...

... with. A church a clock tower and some lovely old buildings were the only things of interest, and wandering away from the main tourist path showed an old rural town in full swing of redevelopment. Brasov was our next stop just a few hrs away. This town was much larger then Sighisoara, but the camp site was no closer. The facilities were much better though, and after an absolutely freezing shower the reception called us a taxi to explore the town. This has to be the ...

... derived by the fact that of course, a better understanding of culture and tradition of a country involves some food and wine tasting: a lovely local bottle of white wine was kindly given to us. Since our 5th Day in Sfantu Gheorghe and also 1st Friday in Romania was matching the town festivity, our program for the day was (surprise, surprise) including a visit the town centre in order to ...

... owner standing in front of the car directing the car to back up out of the driveway, I almost ran him over. Okay, little exaggeration, I stopped as soon as it lunged forward and he hit the deck (j/k), but I'm sure the look on his face, seeing his biggest fear realized, two asians trying to drive off in his car, and the first impression of us was me looking backwards and the car lunging forwards... I'm sure he went home praying that his beloved Hyundai make it back in one ...

... Jujuy, Tanque Silva de la Velez Sarsfield și chiar legendarul jucător sârb Savo Miloșevic. Antrenorul Marius Lăcătuș se arată foarte mulțumit de jucătorii aduși până acum, însă parcă mai entuziast pare de revenirile, de după o foarte mare periaodă, ale lui Mirel Rădoi, Sorin Ghionea și Mihăiță Pleșan, pe care le consideră nișe veritabile transferuri. Pentru a viziona meciurile live accesati: http://www.sportm.ro/live/

... done...coming from a place of limited, actually undeveloped skill and experience to now understanding the art of community organizing...some have gone into law, some into envtl science prompted by their involvement in this project. Of course, I want to drive to RM to see the community for myself. We take our little rental Citroen (without those important snow tires), and drive along the river and into the mts for about 2 œ hrs. It's all good ...

... starting to take its toll, and I still was not fully recovered from my Sighisoara cold. The Hungarian group had already left, so I chatted briefly with the Ilyes ladies and hit the hay. I had to be up early to meet the car rental mafia at the train station, fingers crossed. Amazingly, he was there, early even. He handed me my deposit back, every single dollar, euro, and lei of it, and helped me load my copious goods on the train. And off I went to Cluj-Napoca!