In the mountain shelter
The last 5 days I have spent in the Transsylvanian mountains. And today I arrived in Bucharest. I will sum up some of my experiences.
On monday the 13th I arrived at the camping where I wanted to stay. On my way to the camping my backpack had tried to kill me several times, so I decided to make the camping my basecamp, and 'only' make daytrips from there. In the house beside my tent were some romanians having their holidays, and we quickly made contact. We spent an evening at the local bar and we decided to make some trips together.
On tuesday the 14th I joined my new friends in a trip to the top of the mountain called ''Piatra Craiului'' which is in english ''baron of stone''.
It was a rainy day so we were the only people on the mountain. I quickly discovered my physical condition wasn't what I expected, so the 1200 meter climb was pretty though. And on the way back we were attacked by some aggresive wasps and stung a few times. You might not expect it, but besides the bears, the sheepdogs are the biggest danger. They are trained to attack the bears, so If you enter you must inform the sheperds in time, or you might get attacked.
Wednesday the 15th was a day of doing nothing, which was heavy enough with my musclepains.
On thursday the 16th I made another nice trip on the other side of the mountain. The weather was beautifull, and so were the views.
On friday the 17th I allready needed to leave. I was allready behind scedual and had skipped Turkey.
My romanian friends gave me a lift to the nearest village. But there I made a terrible mistake. I forgot why I always travel by train, and took the bus for a 45 minute drive to a near city. The first part didn't really cause problems, expect a very hot bus. But then we were dropped on a corner far away from the city centre. So, I had to take another bus to the trainstation. When I got in this terrible overcrowded vehicle I discovered the bus wouldn't drive very quickly because it parked at the back of a traffic jam. Lovely with 25 kilos on your back and no chance to get it off. So the 2 km trip took 30 minutes. When I was finally released I headed to the trainstation and bought in my frustration a first class ticket to bucarest. If I just took the train from this village, it would have been quicker, cooler, spacier, just as cheap as the bus, and I would arrive at the trainstation. So now it was time to relax and calm down, and when doing that you get quickly to your destination. In Bucharest everything went fine. Just buy a map of the city, eat something, have a look at the map. And then take the metro to your destination.
Sunday I will leave for Kiev, so untill the next update.