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Bucharest,Night-train and Pecs

Wednesday, December 6th, 2006

The next day in Bucharest, we went to the Museum of the Romanian Peasant.  We must have run across a special market connected to the museum because there were many people there and lots of “peasant” art to buy.  The museum itself was really nice.  At one point, in the info brochure, it recommended us to just walk around and see it.  This gave us an overall impression of peasant life without interruption by gobs of info reading.  It was done well.

After the museum, we hung out at a coffee/lunch place to give our feet a rest from yesterdays walking.  Later, we hung out at the hostel.

The next day, we were planning on going to a local Jewish museum but we side-tracked by the post office.  It took us over 2 hours to mail stuff home.  This wasn´t abnormal because everyone there, waiting to mail stuff for the Christmas season, took just as long and their attitude seemed as if this was a normal occurrance at the place.  It was like stepping back in time…in triplicate…not kidding!

The night train experience was nice.  There were six beds to a “room” and we were on the top bunks.  We slept pretty comfortably.  We got off at the wrong stop.  We were one stop early.  When we realized it, the train was just pulling away.  Oh well…we took Budapest´s metro to the correct station and caught another train to Pecs.

We made it to Pecs (pronounced somewhat like “paych”).  There was a nice big church there and some ruins and a steep hill to look down on the city from.  Nice place.  We ate at a place called Tex-Mex.  It was a little like eating back in a Minneapolis mexican restaurant.  It was different but good.  The rest of the evening, we hung out in our room.  We think the water here was disagreeable to us (or at least something was).  That´s all I´ll say about it.

Next day is where we are now…Vienna.  We are about to go out and eat.

Write more later,

Dan

Brasov, Bran and Bucharest

Saturday, December 2nd, 2006

We had been planning this part of the trip really day-by-day in an attempt to do a bit of skiing in Romania’s Carpathian Mountains before heading back west to be in Germany in time for our booking at a Pension (I forget the name.) in Rothenburg on December 12. Well, there’s no snow in the mountains, yet, so it looks like I won’t be skiing in Romania. In addition, we had been hearing mixed reviews on Bucharest, so we weren’t sure how long we’d stay here.

Anyway, we had booked two nights in Brasov and the following two nights in Bucharest (to make sure we had a place to stay for the weekend), so we had one full day to explore the Brasov area. We woke up Thursday morning and decided that we should try to make it to Bran to see “Dracula’s” Castle. The links between Bram Stoker’s Dracula and this castle are questionable, but Dan will likely fill you in on all the details later. We took a bus, which took about an hour or so, and got back to Brasov in mid-afternoon — in time to tour the Black Church and hike up to the White Tower and the Black Tower.

On Friday we took the train to Bucharest. This was the most modern train we had been on since Austria. The train systems in Hungary and Romania are much less modern than the systems we encountered in the other parts of Europe we visited. The trains are old, run down and dirty; the stations are old, run down and dirty; and information is hard to come by or inaccurate. This is very frustrating!

Yesterday was Romania’s National Day. So, we walked “downtown” with a group from the hostel to join the other mobs of Romanians to celebrate National Day. And, today, after Dan and I picked up some contact solution for me — which was really hard to find and expensive — and some new English books to read, we did a self-guided walk around central Bucharest, seeing the gigantic Peoples Palace, touring the National Military Museum, which included information about the 1989 Revolution, and seeing the former Central Committee of the Communist Party building, the scene of Nicolae Ceausescu’s infamous last speech on its balcony. Amid cries of “Down with Ceausescu,” he escaped in a helicopter from the roof. Meanwhile, the crowds were riddled with bullets, and many died. It was very sobering to walk the streets where this happened so recently.

We picked up some groceries on our way back to the hostel and had supper there.

Tim