About Romania
Last week was packed with happenings...
Just sharing my thoughts, randomly:
Hitch-hiking
Oh, that was more than fun :) The conference was at the other end of the country, so we decided to hitch-hike to save money... it took 16 hours. And we were really lucky!
I never did hitch-hiking before. We left Oradea (Nagyvarad) around 8 am on Thursday. Didn't take too much time to get a car... a CHRYSLER! With black leather seats... He took us till Cluj (Kolozsvar). I was really glad not further... The guy thought himself to be on the race track... I almost felt sick at some points. We were naturally overspeeding... most of the time... in villages, in cities, on hilly roads... serpentines...
In Cluj we got a small truck which took us down till Bucharest. It was quite convenient not to change cars too often. I took quite a lot of pictures on the way. We passed through Segesvar, Brasso, Szinaja (the best ski-resort in Romania)... then Ploiesti and the outskirts of Bucharest. We were lucky enough (again) to be close to the road towards Constanta, so in no time we found ourselves in a truck :) Quite cosy, warm enough, and taking us right to the hotel in Eforie Sud, on the coast of the Black Sea. I had to sleep a lot from Bucharest, cos the way back seemed to be much longer.
Oh, it was 3 of us travelling together; Ana, Copa and me. We could get into our rooms bit after midnight.
The way back was different, but still lucky... we were travelling also during night. We left the hotel around 3 pm. This time Adela, Adina and me. We got a car till Constanta. But it was in such a bad condition I felt it would break apart at any time... This driver was also crazy... accelerating, breaking, accelerating, breaking,... From Constanta we got a truck again. We planned to switch to train in Bucharest, but we had no chance since it was too late when we reached the city. That's the problem with trucks... they are slower than cars. And it was carrying bitumen. It was funny, we stopped at a crossroad close to Bucharest when we saw the other group standing next to the road to Ploiesti :) we used the horn and things... (they managed to catch the train later in Ploiesti). It was 7 pm.
But our problem didn't seem to be long-lasting. The driver arranged another truck for us... to Arad. It stopped right behind at a gas station. So again, in no time, we were in a truck. It was a Volvo, and very modern. The best I have travelled in :) but the driver... as if didn't have mouth. There was hardly any conversation. With the girls, we were switching places so everyone could sleep comfortably for a while. So the route now was: Pitesti - Deva - Arad. We stopped on the way twice so that the driver could have a nap too. The night was quite chilly. We got to Arad around 9 am. He dropped us on a ring or such... and another truck picked us for a short time, to take us to a more frequented road towards Oradea. The driver was a hungarian... but we didn't talk, I just said Koszonjuk when we got off. He smiled and was surprised a bit. I don't know if he thought me to be romanian talking hun... whatever. So we were still more than 140 km from Oradea. When a car picked us... And when I got out, I was only one street from home. I got there around 11 am. Ioana arrived an hour later. She took train from Bucharest.
So this is the story :)
Just sharing my thoughts, randomly:
Hitch-hiking
Oh, that was more than fun :) The conference was at the other end of the country, so we decided to hitch-hike to save money... it took 16 hours. And we were really lucky!
I never did hitch-hiking before. We left Oradea (Nagyvarad) around 8 am on Thursday. Didn't take too much time to get a car... a CHRYSLER! With black leather seats... He took us till Cluj (Kolozsvar). I was really glad not further... The guy thought himself to be on the race track... I almost felt sick at some points. We were naturally overspeeding... most of the time... in villages, in cities, on hilly roads... serpentines...
In Cluj we got a small truck which took us down till Bucharest. It was quite convenient not to change cars too often. I took quite a lot of pictures on the way. We passed through Segesvar, Brasso, Szinaja (the best ski-resort in Romania)... then Ploiesti and the outskirts of Bucharest. We were lucky enough (again) to be close to the road towards Constanta, so in no time we found ourselves in a truck :) Quite cosy, warm enough, and taking us right to the hotel in Eforie Sud, on the coast of the Black Sea. I had to sleep a lot from Bucharest, cos the way back seemed to be much longer.
Oh, it was 3 of us travelling together; Ana, Copa and me. We could get into our rooms bit after midnight.
The way back was different, but still lucky... we were travelling also during night. We left the hotel around 3 pm. This time Adela, Adina and me. We got a car till Constanta. But it was in such a bad condition I felt it would break apart at any time... This driver was also crazy... accelerating, breaking, accelerating, breaking,... From Constanta we got a truck again. We planned to switch to train in Bucharest, but we had no chance since it was too late when we reached the city. That's the problem with trucks... they are slower than cars. And it was carrying bitumen. It was funny, we stopped at a crossroad close to Bucharest when we saw the other group standing next to the road to Ploiesti :) we used the horn and things... (they managed to catch the train later in Ploiesti). It was 7 pm.
But our problem didn't seem to be long-lasting. The driver arranged another truck for us... to Arad. It stopped right behind at a gas station. So again, in no time, we were in a truck. It was a Volvo, and very modern. The best I have travelled in :) but the driver... as if didn't have mouth. There was hardly any conversation. With the girls, we were switching places so everyone could sleep comfortably for a while. So the route now was: Pitesti - Deva - Arad. We stopped on the way twice so that the driver could have a nap too. The night was quite chilly. We got to Arad around 9 am. He dropped us on a ring or such... and another truck picked us for a short time, to take us to a more frequented road towards Oradea. The driver was a hungarian... but we didn't talk, I just said Koszonjuk when we got off. He smiled and was surprised a bit. I don't know if he thought me to be romanian talking hun... whatever. So we were still more than 140 km from Oradea. When a car picked us... And when I got out, I was only one street from home. I got there around 11 am. Ioana arrived an hour later. She took train from Bucharest.
So this is the story :)
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