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7/2/2016 Stei, Romania (Day #11)

We spent the day in Stei, and we headed to Oradea to get on the train. Our plan was to take a train back to Bucharest overnight so we weren’t traveling all day long which would cost us a day in Romania. We loaded up our bags and headed to the train station. It was a very rustic looking building, still very warm from the hot summer heat but we managed. It wasn’t long before we boarded the train…

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….and I’m telling you. This train was old. There was no air conditioning, there were no modern restrooms…basically I just peed into a toilet and I think my pee just went down a pipe and out of the train while it was moving. Most of the windows were nailed shut for some reason and everything was squeaking and shaking while we barreled down the tracks. This is the hallway on our car:

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It was quite the adventure. We traveled all evening, we watched the sunset over Romania and the train stopped every 45 minutes or so to let people off and to let people on. The train did have security and they patrolled the train cars frequently so that put us at ease.

We finally arrived in Bucharest and I was able to get a picture of one of the suspension bridges nearby:

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We finally made it to the big city. Bucharest is amazing to say the least. We gathered our bags, we met up with family and friends and we departed the train station. The rest of the day we spent lounging around.

Tomorrow we would be at the airport flying back to the United States so this will be my last blog entry of our Romania vacation. Romania has taught me many things. One thing I learned, and what I was mostly interested in was communism and the rich history of these smaller European countries. Most Americans that you talk to about communism claim it’s bad, bad, bad. But that’s only because Ronald Reagan pushed so hard on the capitalistic agenda. And he did so to benefit himself and all his friends. I’m not going to get too much in depth about politics, though. The history of Romania is amazing. The castles were spectacular to see, and unfortunately they want to charge extra for taking pictures yourself but whatever. I took plenty, and have some videos of Castle Bran so I feel satisfied.

Traveling for me is therapy. Seeing the world and these remarkable places like little towns in Romania really open my eyes that modern living isn’t always going to be the way. Some of these small towns are self sustaining. They rely on one milk cow, their own crops and friends and family to get through the day. It’s a lot of hard work and there are no “sick days”, there are no vacations and no days off. It’s work 24/7.There are still places like this in the world that exist. Some of these people have very little money and have no use for it because what they grow is their currency, and it’s truly amazing to see this kind of stuff especially in 2016. I’ve lived my entire life just going to the grocery store and buying whatever I needed. A lot of the people I’ve met have built everything they need and grow everything that they eat and handle all of their problems without calling someone and paying someone to help them. It’s refreshing.

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6/28/2016 Beius, Romania (Day #7)

Yesterday we came up to the mountains for some good food and family time and it was amazing. Breakfast in Romania is pretty simple: fresh tomatoes, bread, sausage and coffee. The coffee here is very strong so one cup is really all you need. Before work in America, I usually drink a whole pot and one more cup after I get to work and I still felt like I was dragging. Things just aren’t the same. The coffee is so strong that they don’t really even fill the cup all the way full. It’s filled like, 3/4th of the way full and that leaves room for plenty of fresh cream and real sugar. None of that Aspartame crap.

Peter came over about mid-afternoon and Tavi, him and myself snuck away from the cabin to play a drinking game. At this point I had already had a couple half shots of Palinca and Tavi had been drinking wine all afternoon. So when we started playing this drinking game, things became hazy real fast and I had a great time. The game was really fun, too. So it goes something like this: there’s this huge round log that sits on the ground. Then a box of nails are passed around and everyone takes one. Then you hammer the nail into the log ever so slightly so it stays upright. Then the hammer is passed around. You get one shot to hit the nail into the log all the way in. You place the hammer head next to the log then take one shot. If you miss, you pass it to the next guy. Whoever is the last guy to still have his nail in the log has to buy everyone’s drinks. Peter told me that he would play this game in America and since American’s can be so cocky and arrogant, everyone thought it would be an easy challenge. Not so much. Tavi and Peter beat me every time. And we drank more beers, and Tavi drank more wine. I think by the end we could barely stand up. I’m kidding. We didn’t drink that much.

The beer in Romania is a lot better than in America. I never liked Heineken beer. It always had this sour taste to me. When Peter bought me some I was hesitant because it never tasted good to me. The Heineken beer that we drank was produced in Bucharest and the water they used was well water which was 600 meters below the ground. So you could imagine how fresh and clean it was. And that made all the difference in the world of how a beer should taste. It was crisp and carried a little bite to it. When Tavi told me this I was astounded at how fresh everything was in Romania. Even the beer, and who cares about beer! Well, Romanian’s do, obviously. I shutter at the fact that I know people who love Coors light or Budweiser. It’s sad that those people have never tasted an actual good beer in their lives. But I digress.

Anyway. Here’s a picture of Peter and I…

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…after we got done playing the drinking game. The picture is horrible but it’s all we could manage at the time for obvious reasons. We hung out at Peter and his wife’s villa for a while longer and Peter jumped in this old car that was parked behind the building. He kept telling Tavi and I that it would start and based on the condition of it I had my doubts. But he got it started. It was the funniest thing in the world.

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That thing looked totally beat up, no windows, cob webs and dead leaves filled every nook and cranny on that thing and yet it still started and ran like a champion. Unbelievable. We headed inside the villa and said hi to Peter’s wife and then grabbed some old style Romanian artifacts:

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Peter and I marched back to the cabin from the villa (which wasn’t that far) and Peter had this cow horn he was blowing. It was absolutely hilarious. I had the stick and he dubbed me the “Mayor” of the small town we were in. And get this: this town we were in didn’t even have a name or a zipcode. It wasn’t even on the map. People just found some land and started building cabins. Alina told us that over the years more and more cabins have been popping up. It used to be so secluded with only a few people. Now it has a small population. And now the long awaited vide of Peter and I marching back to the cabin…

…you can see Tavi working on dinner while playing traditional Romanian music and, of course Peter had to do a little dance. This is the result of good food, great atmosphere, some Palinca and fresh, home grown wine. I wished that we had brought some sour cherry Palinca from Uncle Traian because that stuff is so sweet and tasty.

We finished up yet another fantastic dinner Romanian style and said goodbye to all of our friends. Peter and his wife headed back to the their Villa, George and his family left and that was basically it. Myself and Alex helped Alina pack up the cabin and get things ready to leave while Tavi took a quick nap. Like I said; they work hard and play hard. Fast forward an hour or so and we were on our way out of the mountains when we approached this car with two men trying to clear the roadway. Apparently, a tree had fallen down right as they were driving along. Good thing for Tavi and his infamous chainsaw. The man instantly jumped out of the truck, grabbed the chain saw and made quick work of the fallen tree:

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And we were on our way. I tried to take pictures of the sunset but in a moving vehicle it’s kind of hard to do that. So here’s the best one:

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We got back to Beius, unloaded the truck at Tavi’s parents house and finally hit the rack for the night. The last two days were amazing and we still had about a week left in Romania.