Parc Arad

... way to see them all. My CS host and a friend spent the next morning to do exactly that, had lunch (a big plate of mixed grilled meat), walked some more, stopped by a roadside café for coffee and ice-cream, and brought home a bottle of Romanian Pinot Noir. I finished a few entries for the travel blog, ate dinner (leftover of our lunch), and went out to a sport bar to watch the final of Confederate Cup – the ...

... and her [very old] grandmother, shared food with them, and felt much better about trying to sleep.<br><br>The train was a bit chilly as the night wore on, but then the heat was turned on. After this, sleep truly was impossible as hot air emanated from the old vinyl seats. <br><br>Sighetu to Arad: one 2nd class ticket (11+hrs) - 61.90 lei

5th June<br>Kiskassa (Hungary) to Timisoura (Romania)<br>Cold, Cloudy 10 degrees am<br>Cloudy periods fine 22 degrees pm<br><br>As it dawned foggy, drizzly and cold we decided to cut our farm stay short and head to Romania. We had already seen Pecs, and with nothing more to see at the farm felt it would be an uncomfortable (cold) wasted day. The drive to Romania was relatively easy except that we forgot that "GPS guy ...

... top 3) Omelette with smoke fat (from a pig) mixed sausage and home grown radishes 4) preserved cherries This girl is amazing she makes everything from canned squashed to jams Changing subjects............ I had a FIRST I have been hearing so much about Opera since being here I figured I go to a show. Well between not understanding and having an uncomfortable chair it wasnt too bad. I only fell asleep 3 times. Ill keep you posted jab

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 ...

... the rest of the afternoon....many people joined us. Hungarian beer is nice! DAY 29 - Kecskemet to Szeged - "Stunning Sunflower fields" (2078km - 2198km A few days ago they were all still closed, but today was the day that the sunflowers decided to show their faces to the sun. Rows and rows of fields full with the beautiful colours of yellow and green. Definitely one of my favourite flowers, the way they stand so strong and proud worshipping the sun.. Today my ...

... they waited for a signal from some guy along the route, after which they chucked the lot off the train. This was well after customs, which gave - at most - a very cursory examination of people's luggage. I love it when officials ask "do you have any drugs? firearms?" I mean, seriously, who's really going to admit it? "Well, um, yeah . . . but only for, uh, personal use." Anyways, the problem was once I got into Timisoara, I didn't have any arranged accommodation. Well, I ...