Day 7 (29/7-2011)
This is the day where the vacation would really start…
Now, as Romania does not use the Euro, I had to find an ATM, and the one I found was probably not in the nicest area of the town (the previous evening I’ve been told that I should not go out and get money at 9pm). Well nothing happend, and I had gained an experience. Next was to figure out how road signs in Romania works; well they are not really the most predictable thing. But they got some railroads
Looking at my diary, I can see that I was not really a happy bunny, but I signed up for it, and by #%@#$^@ I would go on.
Roads where a hell hole with people driving like idiots (worse than anything I’ve seen in Morocco), roads where worse than in Belgium and Scotland (combined), and the exhaust fumes from the old cars was killing me.
I now know where bad cars go, when they do not go to car heaven, they are banned to roam the Romanian roads
One of the things I wanted to see was the Wooden Churches of Maramure?, and the road leading to them was an experience. But I would say it was worth it.
One can see why Romania is a place worth visiting
Some of them are a bit too touristy.
But in general it’s a place of Romania which is very much worth a visit.
Ended up at a pension (could have been somewhere in South Germany, Austria, Switzerland), can’t remember the name but it’s at N49°49’36N E24°7’14”.
Spend the evening discussing politics and economics with the owners son.
Day 8 (30/7-2011)
No breakfast, nor nothing to drink.. f… all
My diary reads: Shitty roads on no breakfast, potholes with tarmac…..
(this was on of the better examples)
Followed the road up to the Moldavian/Ukrainian border, and then down and west to see this famous gore (Bicaz Canyon), well got there, saw it, and hummm. But still.
The road from Bicaz through the mountains is filled with traffic, and the trafic was “kind” of slowish – slow trucks, busses, and OLD cars. Decided to take another route when I got out of the montians, and ended up looking of for a hotel in Târgu Mure?… found a **** (Grand Hotel) for €75 incl. break feast. Nice enough (hint), and had a lovely evening at the 10th floor.
Day 9 (31/7-2011)
Lovely morning, until I figured out why the TV, lights and EVERYTHING else didn’t work, was because of all electricity was gone…. So instead of taking the elevator down for breakfast I decided to get dressed and leave (hint; if you ever stay there make sure that you’re not too far away from the restaurant).
Todays challenge was to get to Hunyad Castle, and I have to say it was an experience. Horrible drivers (the locals), was almost run off the road by an BMW x3 with Luxemburg plates (IDIOT, probably a local who live in Luxemburg), but nature is awesome, and and it’s difficult to drive a watch at the same time.
Got to the castle, kind of interesting, and hugh….
And more broken down factories
Passed through Sibiu, tried to find a pension/hotel near the Transfăgărășan, as that was the next days journey.
Found a pension in Fagaras (not really that close, but still).
Day 10 (1/8-2011)
Right, no sun… just my luck….
Now the Transfăgărășan have been made famous by Top Gear, they call it one of the greatest roads, well I have to disappoint you, there are better things to be found in the French Alps (been there done it, got the t-shirt). But the again the 3 dudes from Top Gear are a bunch of wankers.
But it’s not all that bad…
Got over it, and went west to Bran to see the castle (where the blood sucking Dracula is supposed to have lived – actually that is not the case).
The driving there was cool; up, down, nice bends, etc. everything what a boy could hope for.
But Bran is soo filled with tourists that I decided to ditch it, stopped to get something to eat, and the first thing I saw after getting helmet off was a face 2″ from my nose saying “1€”… Me: “for what”, Face: “parking”, Me: “how long?”, Face: “1€”, Me: “1€ will allow me to park for how long?”, Face: “1 hour”, Me: “you must be insane”, and gave the Face 1€. Got to talk to some Slovak bikers, and had dinner with them. Which was nice – other bikers for a change.
Decided to do the Transalpina next day (goal was Iron Gates), and found a pension (next side the road) in Bradu (Parabola Hasjenda). Where I ran into some very uncommunicative Czech bikers (they all seam to be like that ), but got to talk to 2 elderly german gentlemen. One of them was a priest who was taking his friend around the Balkans to show him where he was from (left in the 50’s due to the communist prosecution). And discovered that the place would not share it’s wifi….
Continue with Balkan 2011 – Part 3