It feels genuinely wonderful to be in a new country, and one I’ve wanted to visit for a very long time. Ever since I heard about Transylvania , I’ve had this desire to explore this mysterious and fascinating land called Romania. With the utmost respect to the Balkan countries, I’m thrilled to be back amongst a language I can attempt to figure out – and one which really is music to the ears. As ever with crossing new borders, it’s nice to feel like you’re traveling again too. After a days recovery from my idiocy the night previous, I set out to explore the picturesque town of Timișoara.
It’s a beautiful part of the world, steeped in history, and one that I would love to spend more time in. Alas I need to make Bucharest by Sunday to meet my sister, so my revelry here must be cut short. As much as the quaint, cobbled streets and ancient architecture are real attractions, there is a blight on the picture-postcard scenery before me. Much like Olomouc in the Czech Republic (a very similar town), the council here have seen fit to dig up every road and square – all at the same time. Consequently a decent picture is raped by a stack of bricks or a JCB . Apparently they’ve just sold off all the stone cobbles in their main square to Austria. They’re stacking the centuries old pathway in preparation for sale. Times must be hard indeed.
Regardless, the people are incredibly friendly and laid back, and in-spite of a few blots on the visual horizon, it’s a gorgeous little place with a lot going for it. I think I’m going to like this country. I may be here for some time.
Timișoara
It feels genuinely wonderful to be in a new country, and one I’ve wanted to visit for a very long time. Ever since I heard about Transylvania , I’ve had this desire to explore this mysterious and fascinating land called Romania. With the utmost respect to the Balkan countries, I’m thrilled to be back amongst a language I can attempt to figure out – and one which really is music to the ears. As ever with crossing new borders, it’s nice to feel like you’re traveling again too. After a days recovery from my idiocy the night previous, I set out to explore the picturesque town of Timișoara.
It’s a beautiful part of the world, steeped in history, and one that I would love to spend more time in. Alas I need to make Bucharest by Sunday to meet my sister, so my revelry here must be cut short. As much as the quaint, cobbled streets and ancient architecture are real attractions, there is a blight on the picture-postcard scenery before me. Much like Olomouc in the Czech Republic (a very similar town), the council here have seen fit to dig up every road and square – all at the same time. Consequently a decent picture is raped by a stack of bricks or a JCB . Apparently they’ve just sold off all the stone cobbles in their main square to Austria. They’re stacking the centuries old pathway in preparation for sale. Times must be hard indeed.
Regardless, the people are incredibly friendly and laid back, and in-spite of a few blots on the visual horizon, it’s a gorgeous little place with a lot going for it. I think I’m going to like this country. I may be here for some time.