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Sunday, December 6th, 2009

Brasov, Romania
written by Jgirl15
 

 

I really hope no one asks me what the one thing I enjoyed most about our trip is, because its an almost unanswerable question! There’s no ONE thing. Here’s what I would need to say:

Of course, there are the picturesque or iconic places that are simply wonderful to see first hand. Places like the Great Wall of China, the Acropolis, Angkor Wat, Stonehenge, the Terracotta Warriors, the Coliseum, Halong Bay, Carcassonne, Cologne Cathedral, Hong Kong’s skyline at night, the Pantheon, Mongolian Gers, Moscow’s Red Square, the Asian night markets…
These are just a few places that I can flip off the top of my head, and I could spend an age just writing about the strange and wonderful things we’ve seen, but that isn’t all I think about our trip.

What would go through your head when, after a day of trekking through mountainous terrain and riding on an elephant’s head, you arrive in a small Thai mountain village and among your hosts is a 15 year old girl and she’s mother to twin babies? She was only 14 when they were born (same age as you)! I was quite bewildered and couldn’t imagine being in that girl’s situation! As for her mother, who couldn’t have been more than 40, but had enough wrinkles to make her look about 80, life must be hard. A struggle for survival.

What do you think when you meet people in Cambodia, who live in the rubbish dumps, sorting through the rubbish bags and salvaging practically everything to make a living? Even these people, despite their situation, still laugh and smile with each other and find things to be happy about.

We saw firsthand that it is totally possible to be happy with hardly any possessions. But that doesn’t mean they should be left poor. When someone is living in dire poverty, it only takes a little to make a big difference in their lives. My favourite example is from Laos. There is a book publisher/distributor that takes books to the small villages in the Lao countryside. These kids were happy when we arrived. They were full of laughter and squeals of delight as we played with them. But the joy on their faces when they first received a book was like no other. Never have I seen someone treasure a small flimsy book so much as these ones did.

So that would be a major lesson for me. Anyone can chose to be happy; it doesn’t matter how much or little you have. Its about what you see each day and how you react to life. Even the people, who live in bamboo huts with rats running up the walls, can be happy!

After seeing how little a lot of the world gets by on, you do ask “Do I need this?” While its not bad to have stuff it is good to remember that there are lots of people, who don’t even have what they need, let alone what they want.

Another Asia related observance was the number of temples and shrines to Buddha. But more importantly were the thousands of people, who follow their faith publicly by praying at the roadside shrines, offering incense sticks with more prayers in the temples, and burning paper money, houses and food for their dead relatives. The very public worship stood out to me in contrast to the tendency for the Christian faith to be hidden deep inside ourselves most of the time.

We arrived in Europe and instead of temples there were cathedrals, massive and magnificent. The smell of candle wax replaced incense sticks. There were long wooden pews instead of low bamboo stools for kneeling on. Orange robed monks gave way to black robed priests. Paintings depicted the life of Jesus instead of Buddha. Bells replaced drums. And my favourite: the stained glass windows.
Although I didn’t think there would be temples in Europe (at least, not as many), I hadn’t considered that there would be something in their place.

Another Asia/Europe transfer surprise I got was on the Trans-Siberian train route. At one of the stations suddenly there were white faces instead of dark or yellow ones.

If you had to describe Asia in one word it would definitely be exotic! Here are some standouts that make Asia memorable for me: temples, bamboo houses, rice paddies, tuk-tuks, bargaining, eating out at every meal, night markets, busy, busy, busy, road side shoe repairers, food stalls, roti cani, pad thai, fried rice, fried noodles, Mekong River slow boat, Chinese new year celebrations, Big Brother Mouse, thick pollution in large cities, Iced Lemon Tea and F&N drinks in the heat of the day, dire poverty in some places, asian ‘table manners’, our first real snow in Tiananmen Square, really friendly people, people always wanting our photo, endless fresh fruit, the rubbish, Cambodian and Lao pop songs, noodles and rice, rice and noodles, boiled, fried or steamed dumplings, motorbikes everywhere.
Yes Asia is exotic with its amazing scenery and way of life.

Europe, on the other hand, is elegant.
Flower boxes at the windows, cute little towns, fancy-faced buildings, countless cathedrals and every one different, superb Italian pizzas, dozens of historical sites, road rules that were followed (in most countries), motor homes for us, hundreds of castles, lots of rich people, Greek pastries, Mediterranean beaches, bread, pasta, sausage and cheese, Roman Forts, more castles and cathedrals, parks with big open spaces, impeccable public transport, painted scenes on the outside of houses, majestic capitals, large historic sites from all ages, a familiarity.

A big thing I’ve noticed is that everywhere we go there is beautiful scenery. While every country has been different, there are of course, similarities in the scenery between neighbouring countries – and also the customs, religion, food and housing.

Someone we met in our travels said,  “You can’t really compare your own country to anything until you travel and see a different way of life.” So true!
Now I see that NZ may lack the elegance of Budapest or Krakow, but we have far more freedom than the Chinese or Lao people. We have scenery as good as anywhere we’ve been, but poor public transport. We don’t have a long history, and probably because of that, neither are we densely populated. Another big difference is that on the whole, kiwis aren’t as outwardly friendly to complete strangers as Asians and Bulgarians are. So NZ has its advantages and disadvantages, just like any other country.

There are a few things that I’ll appreciate more and that have changed my way of thinking. I think I’m more thankful for every day things like clean running water, a house with lots of space in and around it, a shower that isn’t positioned right over the toilet!…

One of the ways I’ll think differently is with regards to money. Now I have a better feel for the value of money and all because day after day we’d be looking for the best priced food stalls, market purchases, hostel beds, bus tickets and when we were in the motorhomes, diesel prices. So I’ll think twice whenever I go to spend money.
I’m also interested in continuing to support Big Brother Mouse, now that we’ve seen what they do and how happy the children were when they were given a book.

I’m looking forward to using some of the recipes and cooking techniques we’ve picked up from all over the world during this past year. Things like…pad thai, Cornish pasties, pumpernickel, pizzas the authentic way, pierogi and pastries.

So I’m certainly glad we’ve done this trip. I’m thankful we had the opportunity and are fortunate enough to be able to have done such a trip.
At first I hadn’t wanted to go for such a long time. I didn’t know what it would be like living in different countries and travelling so much. It’s easy to read about a country and get a feel for a place, but *actually being there* in the moment is different. That was what I was uncertain about, but the more we travelled, the more I enjoyed it.  So I would definitely do another trip, if the opportunity arose. Maybe not the same route, although revisiting some of the countries would be fun! Besides, there’s a whole world out there.


just for the record….it was a FREEZING melted snow stream
it was also the closest thing to a bath for some time!
and we did it two days running
crazy

*celebrate*

Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

Brasov, Romania

December first always signifies the beginning of our Christmas preparations.
A year ago we were in Laos, the most non-Christian country we have visited.
This year, it’s Romania, and we have six months of frequent church-visiting behind us.
One of the kids commented this morning, “It even feels like Christmas here.”
Singing our first carols, did not feel foreign. Reading Isaiah 7:14 was not out of place.
“The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel.”
Talking about who gave this promise and whether it was fulfilled and how signs give us information and what signs we have seen that point to God and how Immanuel means “God with us” and how we have witnessed this, and how the people living here are so much more aware of this truth than the people we were living with a year ago….all this *felt* Christmassy.

But that is not the celebration Romanians have at the forefront of their minds on the first of December. This date signifies for them National Independence Day. Actually it signifies the union of Transylvania (and a few other regions) with the Romanian Kingdom in 1918, a fact disputed by many to this day, but certainly celebrated. The actual holiday has been shifted over the years – in Communist Romania it was set to mark the 1944 overthrow of the pro-fascist government. Prior to 1918, the national holiday of Romania had been on May 10, which had a double meaning: it was the day on which Carol I set foot on Romanian soil (in 1866), and it was the day on which the prince ratified the Declaration of Independence from the Ottoman Empire eleven years later.

So we celebrated Romanian-style. With our friends we headed out of town to the mountains again. WOW. Just half an hour from Brasov is a humming tourist town, full to overflowing with upmarket hotels and restaurants, gondolas and ropes courses and not much else. We spent a very pleasant hour wandering around. (I’ve tried hard for thirteen months, three weeks and five days to avoid that sentence, but it really describes perfectly what we did today!)
We popped into a distinctive church,

we lingered in a restaurant made in the style of the people who lived in the region two thousand years ago (oh, the handmade linens attached to the ceiling – and the hand painted ceramics and wild boar, bear and wolf skins, and corn cobs and candles, and sheepskin covered treestumps to sit on – the whole place oozed character),

we listened to history from that time (fascinating stuff we had NO idea about – like only the rich wore particular hats made from sheepskin, and that they carried flags made from the head of a wolf and the body of a snake and when the wind filled them it made a loud noise),

we tripped along paths, spotted a squirrel and happened upon the exact materials for a secret project, the idea for which had just hatched as we left the apartment in the morning.

 

We were approached by a young couple with microphone and camera….and later this evening Rob found himself on television.

No, it wasn’t snowing – the only snow round here is our fuzzy television screen.  Unfortunately for us, but thankfully for those who live here and still have a few months of real winter to survive, it is uncharacteristically warm this year. Previous years there has ALWAYS been snow in November. Ah well. At least it meant our afternoon activities were not to be too freezing. We drove to a camp-in-the-process-of-being-established, where one of the group works. While a soccer game was played on a mole-hill-infested field, we roasted mackerel and potatoes over the fire, and then feasted on that accompanied, of course, by mamaliga and spicy garlic sauce, and followed by a range of homemade cakes. In a moment of appropriate patriotism, we sang our respective national anthems (actually the Romanian one was R…E…A…L…L…Y long – we just stuck to the first verse in English and Maori!), and then prayed for each other’s countries. By the time the dishes were done the sun was setting – another glorious sunset impossible to capture in words, or even by a camera.

Returning home, I contemplated how God infiltrated possessed every part of our day. From the beginning as we remembered how He came-to-earth in the form of a man, to the awesome creation we admired and enjoyed, to the heritage of history both here in Romania and more briefly in New Zealand (Samuel Marsden preached his first sermon on Christmas Day 1814), to the hospitality we were again shown – God’s love heaped upon us, to the prayers for our countries, spontaneously offered – there will be no peace or harmony or true freedom for either country – for any country – without the hope, solutions and love offered by the God, who made us all, and knows how best we should live. What a lot we have to celebrate.

intergenerationalism (soapbox)

Monday, November 30th, 2009
Brasov, Romania Please note this post is written by the Crazy-Mama of the family. The Sensible-Father does not necessarily share all the sentiments! Here’s a little girl and her great-grandmother. Mother and grandmother were there too, but we didn’t get a picture ... [Continue reading this entry]

“Don’t go to Romania,” they said. “Especially not for a whole month,” they urged.

Saturday, November 28th, 2009
Pitesti, Romania Before arriving in Romania, we spoke to countless Romanians, all of whom were most disparaging about their capital city, Bucharest, and most of whom were unimpressed with the rest of the country as well. Once we arrived here, ... [Continue reading this entry]

do not worry about what you will eat or what you will wear

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
Brasov, Romania Our clothes are wearing out a bit. We’ve been living in the same two long-sleeved tops, two short-sleeved tops, two long pants and two short pants for over a year now. Handwashing gets things really clean, but it ... [Continue reading this entry]

when everything goes wrong in the kitchen…

Thursday, November 19th, 2009
Brasov, Romania …you end up with a lot of corn. A LOT! Perhaps it all started last night. Someone burnt the rice, but salvaged a fair portion of it. En route to the table he dropped it. Someone else put the oats on to ... [Continue reading this entry]

new

Monday, November 16th, 2009
Brasov, Romania New apartment. New neighbourhood. New market. New prices (surprisingly more like Germany than Poland) Leo and Lili organised an apartment for us to rent for our month here. We said we only needed a small one, but this was an impossibility. No-one ... [Continue reading this entry]

no snow – it’s raining!

Sunday, November 15th, 2009
Brasov, Romania Yesterday there were twelve children from two families, all shy-ish, the older ones managing to extend polite civilities. The adults enjoyed the peace, expecting it not to last. Two of our boys stayed the night with the other ... [Continue reading this entry]

success in budapest

Friday, November 13th, 2009
night bus from Budapest, Hungary to Brasov, Transylvania (Romania) We found them! The Hungarian specialties a reader recommended. And we found a  few more too ;-) We wandered over Chain Bridge to the funicular railway that takes unsuspecting tourists up to ... [Continue reading this entry]

a tale of two cities

Thursday, November 12th, 2009
Budapest, Hungary Krakow is supposedly the new Budapest. After our one day driving through the more famous city, we were impressed, but holding judgement as to which one we prefer. Leaving Krakow yesterday, we still hadn’t decided – we needed ... [Continue reading this entry]