Hotel Angellis Timisoara

... By Dec 25, the dictator, Ceausescu, and his wife, were executed after an unsuccessful attempt to flee the country. <br><br>I felt the city could be the poor cousin of Barcelona, because both of them have strangely designed but beautiful buildings, but almost all of them in Timisoara badly need painting and maintenance. They are concentrated around 3 squares in the old town, so a leisurely stroll is the ...

... have. I felt persecuted and oppressed, pushed against the wall. <br><br>The train ride was around eleven hours and overnight, so I got up and went in search of another berth. I found a berth inhabited by only an old woman and a young girl. Martin and I moved to that berth and remained there overnight. We communicated some with the girl ...

... his moments and so when he said turn right and board ferry we saw the funny side. We decided the bridge would be the faster option. We travelled through some rustic towns and past large flat field with crops of corn, barley and lucerne. We arrived at the border and paid the compulsory Romanian Road Tax of 9 Euro for a month and then passed through the Romanian checkpoint without too much delay. We arrived at ...

Im in Timisoara the second city in World to start using street lights ..... take a guess at the year?.................. I dont know either . late 1800's. What a true wonderful experience the last 24 hours. I have been staying with a Romanian , Dana. She speaks perfect English and cooks even better. She has made me traditional dishes : rice and pork wrapped in grape leaves topped with yogurt and dill 2) spinach sauce with two eggs ...

Nos despedimos de Belgrado para volver a Timisoara y desde allí coger el avión de vuelta a Valencia. Tras la huella del Danubio: El sol se oculta detrás de los frondosos bosques rumanos, el tren silba, los raíles chirrían y dejamos algo más que nuestra estancia en Belgrado. Cada regreso es una armónica melancólica, cada vuelta a casa es una nube de nostalgia. La imagen de la capital serbia al cerrar los ojos. Al acabar un viaje se empieza uno en la antesala del subconsciente.

Llegamos sobre las 3 de la madrugada al aeropuerto de Timisoara. Allí cogemos un taxi para ir a la estación de tren, donde tenemos que coger el tren hacia Belgrado. Después de los 17 euros que nos sabla el taxista, cambiamos algo de dinero rumano (RON) para poder comprar los billetes. Esperamos dos horas en el hall de la estación con algunos indigentes rumanos. A las 6 de la madrugada sale nuestro tren.

... statues and squares scattered around the old town. Their parks are gorgeous. We had beers (Calvin) and lemonade (me) outside while people watching. The Eastern European fashion statements are coming out now that the weather is nice - low low pants, high boots, tummy shirts, etc. Calvin finds it amusing. We are enjoying our days of "doing nothing" while actually experiencing a lot before we go on the tourist track and get caught up seeing all the big sights.

... barrel along at even higher speeds. Now, I recognize that I chose to come here and ride a bicycle. So if I get run into the ditch by a large red dump truck, I guess I sorta chose that too. And I am genuinely glad we chose to come here. Romanians are WONDERFUL people: open, engaing, warm, waving, smiling, helpful, curious, accommodating. But many Romania people have few choices....Romania ...

... to the train station for a place that would do it. Conveniently, they were able to get it all done by the time I wanted, but that also meant I had to make another 25-minute hike back later (and then return for the second time to the flat where I was staying!). In between all this, I crammed in a walk to downtown, an internet stop, and a visit to the post office. Somehow I managed to take a taxi to the station within five minutes of my train leaving and - even more ...

... her own and let me know she can help. And then something clicked. Why am I not speaking Spanish to these people? Romanian is a romance language, they should get it, right? So I launched into my own made up language I call Spantalian, which is basically Spanish words pronounced with the Italian melody, with some Italian thrown in. Heck, I don't even really know if what I was saying were real words in any language, but they sounded latin. I figured if I ...