Perla 3 Timisoara

... 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 ...

... of luggage that were heedlessly heaped on the racks and floor. There were five men and one girl. They talked loudly, ate seeds, and spread out more and more. i found myself frustrated by the man next to me who, without any sort of seat divider, sprawled out in typical guy fashion with his legs taking up about a foot more than they ...

... at about 5pm and after finding the Pensione (not pre-booked) we drove into the town. Timisoara has some lovely buildings, parks and two main squares. Our favourite building was the Orthodox Metropolitan Cathedral with its ornate roof and spires. We found a nice outdoor restaurant in the main square, which had old treadle sewing machines as tables, and had a lovely Romanian pork ragout (goulash) with polenta for dinner.

... 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.

I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THESE #@*%$ TRUCKS ON THESE #@*%$ ROADS. We have tried everything. Larger highways hoping for wider shoulders, smaller highways hoping for less truck traffic, unnamed country roads that will loosen your fillings (but may save your life). But we can't seem to get a break (or a BRAKE) from the truck traffic here. Actually, traffic in general is MUCH worse in Romania than ...

... 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 ...

... great effort. They were so apologetic and afraid that we would think less of Romanians as a result. But soon we were together in the big banquet room with long tables, and the plum wine, beer, and eager conversation began to put us all at ease. Then the dancing started, both traditional Romanian dancing and Gypsy dancing (including pulling skirts over the heads of several of our not-sufficiently-embarrassable men). Several began joining in on the floor (including ...