This is almost too silly to write about it, but it seems like there’s a sort of racism towards foreigners in Poland. And it at least feels like its quite wide-spread. Of course it could have been bad luck to overhear such things a few times in one evening. I talked to two people and they mentioned the problem, but this could have been just coincidence, too. Anyway, if it is a real thing, then it’s of course very stupid. I don’t have time for such nonsense.
Biology is funny. Last night I’ve met a girl and two hours later it was clear she would stay over. I don’t even liker her. And when I walked her to the station and she got on the train I was glad. Every time I realize how much I dislike one night stands with random girls afterwards. This is not happiness.
We worked hard this week on a project and on Friday the customer reviewed our work. He’s kind of an asshole, doesn’t express himself clearly and then gets angry because we didn’t understand what he meant. But he was happy when he saw our results and after work even invited us to drinks. So we went to nearby bar and had a few beers.
It’s an international company with people from all over the globe working there. One engineer in particular is from Bulgaria. He talked how he’s flying home soon and plans to go back by car. However, he would take the route through Serbia, because he’s afraid to go through Romania.
He didn’t say it clearly, but apparently he is expecting to be robbed, then sexually assaulted and then stabbed to death on Romanian roads.
So of course I told him about my experience in Romania and that I’ve been in Bucharest and in the mountains and how safe and friendly everything was.
And then the asshole client chimed in. He said that he’s been to Romania before, too, and that Bucharest is one of the best cities in Europe. And that it’s safe.
He told a story how he once broke down with his car there and had to have it fixed. When he left, he accidentally left his wallet in the repair shop, and it was full of money. He didn’t know the repair guys and he could have lost the wallet anywhere afterwards. But a few minutes after he left the repair shop he was called and they said he forgot his money.
So yeah, the Bulgarian guy shouldn’t be worried. And my asshole-client seems to be not so bad, after all.
And nothing against Serbia, I’ve met great people from there when I was living in Croatia, but if I had to bet which place is safer and friendlier, I’d go for Romania.
Romania people, marketers and government: You really need to do something about your image. I’ve heard from a friend in London that there’s an Anti-Romania poster-campaign rumor. What the hell.. Everyone in Europe seems to think you are thieves and cheats. I keep running around telling people the opposite if they ask, but clearly more needs to be done.
Perhaps you should organize more student or trainee-exchanges with western countries. Or host a few sports events. I enjoy car racing. Perhaps there’s a place in Romania where I can rent a car and do some rally drifting? I don’t know. (I should google it.)
Anyway, I’m just randomly babbling here. But if more people would give Romania a chance, they would clearly rethink their prejudice.
A few weeks ago I saw a Facebook update of my ex girlfriend from 10 years ago. She just got married in the United States. I am happy for her.
Today I woke up because my phone rang. My ex girlfriend from 2 years ago asked me something about a little business deal we are having and then told me she just got engaged.
Wow. I had to swallow for a second.
I am a little bit envious for this guy that will marry her.
Of course, I wouldn’t marry her, because as much as I like (and love - now more in a platonic way) her, we never got along on some key things and our relationship ended with endless fights and disagreements. It was truly like we were from different planets. But at the same time I always have had great respect for her.
You know, as a guy, you meet a lot of women. Most are plainly not for you. They are not your type, and you are not theirs. Or there’s some friction with regards to lifestyle and expectations. Some don’t even behave like women. They are basically annoying men in female bodies. Others are idiots.
I am lucky to have been able to date some great women. And she is one of them. And this is why this guy is lucky.
Despite the fact that we eventually did not go along, let me write up the things that are great about her. And I’ll just list it as a blueprint for what makes a great girl.
Here we go:
She is feminine and expects a man to lead her and protect her, as well as offer her emotional support. But she despises a whiny man or a man that is more emotional than her.
She is in great shape because she’s been doing sports since childhood. She’s competitive when she puts on her training clothes, but stops to be once she takes them off again.
She is smart, understands things that require me to really ponder them, almost immediately. And she has great insights on abstract topics and an opinion on important issues. But she will not push that opinion on others, but have it available when you ask her.
She absolutely loves and enjoys sex and has no hangups about it. For her it’s an expression of life and happiness. She loves to fuck with great enthusiasm.
She likes just the right kinds of music and books (and even can explain exactly why).
She cares about others and is giving. She often puts the wellbeing of friends and family above her own and is always there when you need help.
She is very reliable. I haven’t met many people that absolutely and definitely stick to all commitments they make. If she says she will do something it will be done. Period.
She works hard. She doesn’t expect anything to come from others and has learned to rely on herself. She still needs other people to feel good, of course, but she doesn’t expect anything for free.
She wants to be a mother.
She loves to travel and easily connects with strangers. (Which has led to all sorts of interesting adventures in the past for me.)
She’s smarter and better educated than me and unless some unlikely thing happens this girl will put her stamp on this world and, I am sure, make it better in small or big ways.
Those are the things why I consider her fiancee one of the luckiest guys there are. He will have a wife which is one of the best people I have ever had the pleasure to know.
I am a little bit melancholic about it, but mostly I am happy for her. After all, we are friends now. We recently talked about the realisation that we are much better friends than we ever were a couple.
I just came back to pick up a few things from my old apartment. And to throw away most of the rest.
Here I lived. Worked. Slept. I have lost contact with most of the girls that have slept with me on this bed. I am still keeping in touch with one. Perhaps I’ll ask her if she wants to grab a coffee before I leave. After all, I am am moving considerably far away now. We can catch up on stuff. And I want to give her the apartment keys. Since I am keeping it for a few more months, she can do whatever she wants here. Have friends that visit sleep here, perhaps.
They say it’s easier to leave than to stay.
In a way that is true. New adventures await those who leave, and for those who stay it’s often the same old.
My new apartment, in the new city, is perfect. Spacey and bright, but most of all: In a superb neighbourhood. The kind of neighbourhood I’ve always wanted to live at. In a city that I consider superior to this old one.
But still. The old city has it’s good sides. There’s good people here. Friends, that I will miss.
But you know.. I think our happiness also depends on which city we live in. And not just a little. But to a considerable degree.
I never felt that this was the right city for me.
It was like a good looking trap. On the surface it has everything one likes, and more. I am talking about Munich, and it’s a nice looking, very safe place. In summer, the beergardens are nice. In winter, the mountains are near. (If you haven’t tried skiing, try it. It’s great.) Countries that I like very much, most notably Romania and Croatia, are closer. And, the airport is fantastic. But that only matters to travel-addicts I suppose.
The trap is that it’s still not the best place to live. Not when you are young at least. Maybe not even when you are old. There’s many small annoyances. There’s a different mentality than the place where I am from. And, for what it’s worth, there’s not enough good bars. :)
But mostly it’s the folks. Now, I don’t want to bash Bavarians. They are considerable nice folks. Hard-working, too. But there is a quality about them, and I can’t really put my finger on it (at least not without sounding like an idiot), that I dislike.
Perhaps it’s just me, who has grown up far away. I am just used to different people.
I am excited about going away. In winter I often felt low on energy, a bit lethargic. The days are just too damn dark for a guy that is powered by sunlight. But not this time. I feel charged up. I want to do things, handle my business, shake things up.
2012 was a good year. Bad things happened, sure. One thing in particular really made me think. Like I had to sit down and think it through. But that was valuable. I feel like I filled a gap in my judgment and in my worldview. Besides that, I have reached all my goals I have set for myself in December 2011.
This year my goals are continuing on this path. I feel that I have put down some groundwork. And you know, if you work hard on yourself then it’s likely that a time will come where you can earn the rewards of your hard work.
I won’t slack off. I won’t go easy on myself. But I’ll make sure to get a healthy amount of sleep every night.
And, looking around my old apartment now, I will make sure not to amass as much stuff.
For example. A few years ago I dated an au-pair from Russia. She was a wonderful girl and I was sad when she left. When she did leave she gave me some strange decorations for my apartment. I never liked them, but I kept them. For sentimental reasons. I will throw them away now. These things are meaningless, even though the memory of her is beautiful. I wonder what she is up to nowadays..
Yep, lots of stuff can go. We are not defined by the things we own. I want to own less. The fresh start in the new city is a perfect time to start living by this rule.
I do not know who you are, anonymous reader. But if you ever considered moving far away then consider this: Why the hell not this year?
If you think that would make 2013 awesome for you, then go for it.
So in reference to a previous post: My grip strength is indeed increasing. The way I do it hurts, but it works: Deadlifts. Without any gloves or straps. I just go as far as I can and when I am no longer able to hold the weight with my hands (and when it really hurts), then I put on the straps. Result: I can lift 10 kilos more since I started doing that. (few weeks)
Another observation is that nobody is doing pushups in the gym. I wonder why. It’s a great exercise and complements the bench press. I do it as part of my warmup. 40 push ups with good style. Love it.
“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.”—Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1953
I saw a packed (= not be be messed with) guy today on the train. He read a book. I was standing next to him and caught a glimpse of the content. It was a guide on how to be nice to people. It also had a section called “The power of listening”.
Zagreb is really not far away from home and it shows by the number of Germans one sees here. Wandering around, appreciating the architecture. Drinking beer.
I have met up with the author, V., again last night.
We went to a club near the lake in the south of the city. It was a long night of drinking vodka with ice. Around 2:50 he almost gets into a bar fight.
He announces: “Serenity now!” Then winks. “Insanity later.”
I like a man that knows his Seinfeld.
Fast forward a bit…
Around 5:00 he announces: “I will try to fuck the German girl in the bushes!”
And he did.
V. is one charismatic son of a bitch. It appears that he is often drunk. But damn, he is a fantastic talker. It’s really hard to not be drawn in. He is also constantly on the road for almost two years now. Meeting him here makes this place more exotic. Especially when he starts talking Russian or Portugese. Possibly to impress a girl.
The next day I wake up in my temporary home at 10 because the phone rings. Then I check my email. A friend became a father. He attaches pictures of his wife and the new-born child.
Last night seems meaningless now. We have a new fellow citizen.
For a second or two I am contemplating my own age and lack of children. Or even a wife. Or girlfriend. What am I doing? What is V. doing? Three nights ago he says: “You don’t get married, you’re unhappy. You get married, you’re unhappy.”
I think we should live to broaden our skills and to extend our knowledge. It does not matter that when we die, everything we have learned and experienced probably disappears into nothigness. It’s still a good way to spend the time on this planet. And every time we meet somebody we influence that person. And vice versa. So the more we know.. the more interesting things are for everyone. While we’re here.
There’s one problem though. Many worthwhile things aren’t obtained without risk. Real or perceived risk. We must play dangerously from time to time.
I find it very annoying when fear keeps me from doing something that must be done. Or should be done. And when my subconscious is inventing excuses to not do certain things.
I moved into my new apartment today. It’s outside of the main area, south of the river, in a tall soviet-era building. It’s cozy, has fast Internet, but there’s nothing interesting in the vicinity. Also at night it’s quite dark and seems deserted.
Nothing much else happened. Except perhaps:
I was having a coffee somewhere when I saw a very pretty girl selling ice-cream on the street. I watched her and she kept looking over, from time to time interrupted by children that she sold her wares to. Or her mobile phone. Eventually I walked over and introduced myself.
She seemed happy about it and also a little bit nervous. We talked about her studies and how half of Zagreb disappears during the summer because everyone migrates to the beaches.
An old lady interrupted and bought her granddaughter an ice cream.
Then I asked the girl when she is finished with work and told her that I want to have a drink with her when she is done. Unfortunately she declined. It was worth a try, I thought.
Later I passed the same corner where she was working while she was closing up shop.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”—Mark Twain
"Gdje je zabava?" - That’s from a printout of Croatian phrases that I carry around in my pocket. It means: "Where is the party?"
Two days ago I have arrived in Zagreb.
Once again I got the itch to travel and I started playing around with Google Maps, switching back and forth between the map and flight search engines. So many possibilities.. Buenos Aires, Medellin, I heard Cambodia is an adventure..
I also read a few blogs regularly. About half of them are travel oriented. And what do you know: One of my favourite bloggers and book authors is in Zagreb! Might just as well go there I decided. Even if there is no meet up, it still is a place that I have never been to. And it’s close, less than six hours of.. driving.
So yeah, I came here, met the guy, had a good time drinking with him. And now, after two days I am homeless again. Luckily I just have a small bag of stuff and a car that can ( in the worst case scenario ) be used as an apartment.
Just kidding. There is of course no need.
I have found a cheap hotel far away from the city centre for tonight. And from tomorrow on I have a furnished apartment. With Wi-Fi and a washing machine. Not as cheap as I hoped, but close to the middle of things.
About this city.
As far as I know, Croatia’s main business is tourism, but that is not a good enough explanation for the incredible friendliness of the people. They are just so NICE.
I wonder about three things:
1. Are they so nice because there’s not so many tourists in Zagreb? ( I assume most people go to the beaches and places like Hvar, Split and Dubrovnik in the south. )
2. Are they nice to each other and their neighbours, too?
3. How on earth was there a war here just years ago?
Anyway, more research is needed.
For now I enjoy the weather and the good tram system where you never buy tickets. Yep, don’t buy a ticket. I tried an an older lady stopped me with a “Don’t be a sucker”-look. Then a younger one explained to me how to spot a train-cop.
She was a law student.
I asked her: “But doesn’t this behavior lead to anarchy?”
"Yes, maybe." And then she laughed.
It’s the laughter that made my day. Not the reason for it.
Those fantastic people. And those beautiful Croatian women.
Okay, it’s time to move to my - no doubt brilliant - room in that hotel. If I can find it.
Just two weeks after my excellent trip to Romania it was time to go to Bulgaria. This time however it was a much shorter trip, but I was looking forward to it a lot nonetheless. My former girlfriend who now is a friend of mine is from Bulgaria, and I figured if the Bulgarians are anything like her then I would like it a lot. And I did.
The destination was the capitol Sofia and the first thing I noticed was the scenery from the airplane window. As we took a slight left turn above Belgrade and began to descent, I realized that I did not do my homework. I didn’t expect the mountains surrounding the city. Could it be that the country was beautiful?
I met Liam, my travel companion from Bucharest, at the hotel. Jon, the third guy to join us would arrive one day later. We set out to explore the city. First things first: most of the writing and the names of streets use the Cyrillic alphabet, but it’s easy enough to decipher if you have a pronunciation chart in your pocket. I caught myself reading signs aloud. Pharmacy, beauty parlor, dentist, ..
The city has a cozy feel to it. Wide streets (at least in the old town) are rare. Although Sofia is one of the oldest cities in the world, it still displays the look of former soviet times in many places. In particular there are still monuments that remind visitors and locals of the sacrifices and heroics of the red army and certain important communists. So I assume that there is still some nostalgia left with the population - or maybe there’s a stronger sense of kinship with Russia or perhaps Serbia, than there is with the western EU countries. Perhaps it is a sentiment of the older generation, I don’t know. I wish I had had more time to find out.
Anyway, I think one can compare parts of Sofia to the Streets of paris. Yes yes, I know, what a lack of imagination to come up with a comparison, but it seems fitting. All the cafes, bars and restaurants with the tables on the sidewalks and the people relaxing..
The parks are nice to walk around and there is places hidden all over the city, for example clubs and bars that are hidden from plain sight. If you find them, they may seem empty judging from outside. But don’t be fooled, it’s probably packed inside. And Bulgarians like to party..
The women are, of course, beautiful. I expected that since my ex is Bulgarian, but .. sigh.. I wish, the streets in my hometown would look like those in Sofia.
Back on topic. The people are very friendly and helpful with foreigners. While it’s uncommon to find an elderly person that speaks English (no problem, sign language and knowing 2 or 3 words goes a long way) the young people almost all do. They will sometimes go to great lenghts to help a confused tourist find his way, even walk him to his destination.
Quick info about prices: Same as Romania, about 50% of what you pay in the western EU countries. Quick info about safety: It is a very safe place. It seems, very much like Bucharest, to be much safer than say Frankfurt or London. Even late at night when the streets are emptier. Beware of the taxis though, theres a slight chance to be overcharged. But other than that: Don’t worry.
I would usually end here, because 3 days just isn’t enough to find out a lot. However, I got lucky.
I met a girl called Ina whom I asked about nightlife recommendations. She gave me some good tips, but on Sunday she called me up and asked if I wanted to join her and her friends on a hike on the mountain Vitosha (the big mountain directly outside the city.). Are you kidding me? Of course I’d like to join!
So she picked me up with her car and we drove about 15 kilometers up the mountain where we met her friends and parents. Most of them didn’t speak English, but she would translate and also tell me a little bit about the Bulgarian people. She would say that they are a little bit pessimistic, the negative outcome would come to mind first. But also that they love nature and their city and country very much. She told me about “Aide” (I hope I remember it right), which seems to be a word that can mean 1000 things. From “Let’s go” to “What the hell” or.. I don’t know.. “Yes, I’d love pancakes for breakfast!”.
The day began with a picnic at a clearing at about 1500 meters above sea level, roughly 1km above Sofia. It was slightly colder and I had to wear my jacket. We had snacks and I had a beer. After all, I was on holiday.
"Look, Sofia! My lovely city!" she’d say with excitement as we’d start to walk down a path through the forest after lunch, while the buildings of the city were unveiled between the treetops below us.
The path was steep and it was not entirely comforting that we’d have to go back up later. But we arrived at our destination, the Boyana waterfall, an hour later with some of our group already slightly exhausted.
There was a couple dozen people getting wet in the moisture of the falling water and again, Sofia was shining at us through the trees beneath. After one hour we started our hike back up to the clearing where the car was.
I have to say, this day at Vitosha really made my trip. Ina is a wonderful and fun person and I am sad to go back now without being able to meet her again to properly say thank you. But I believe we eventually meet the friends we make on our travels again. Perhaps I’ll even have the opportunity to show her my town one day.
I am just not sure what my town will be. I am not ready to settle down yet. Who knows..
Bulgaria (and of course I am saying this as a person who did not see 99,9% of Bulgaria…) gives me a sense that Europe is a very diverse place. The people look slightly different, they walk slightly different, they speak a much different language.. things like that. I guess I draw pleasure from noticing those small differences… And while the blue flag of the EU can be found in Sofia as it can be found in Bucharest, Warsaw, Madrid and Berlin, the places differ so much that one perhaps does not need to travel far to discover something new and fascinating.
I wish to come back to southeast Europe. The next time I’ll take a month or two and I’ll make an effort to learn the local language. Sometimes short trips can leave us with a wish to come back for more.
Footnote: There was one thing that I really liked about an ATM I used in Sofia. After you select the amount of money you want to withdraw and while the cash is being prepared in the machine, it asks you if you want to donate 1 BGN to a Unicef-charity. It’s brilliant. It’s not a lot of money, so the hesitation to press yes is reduced. And it’s so simple. Hope the idea spreads.
I am not entirely sure how Tumblr works, but I assume some people are monitoring the tags of new posts and that is how they found my Romania-post the other day. And then it was re-blogged and re-published a couple dozen times… I guess people really liked what I wrote. Thank you for that.
There’s been some feedback, too. No, I didn’t just go to bars, I also visited museums and castles. And those were good, as well. (I forgot the name of that one museum, but it had an old wooden Romanian house inside, which was pretty neat.) And yes, I probably missed the bad sides of the country, which is why my article is very positive. But every country has its bad sides, that’s a given. I only reported on my trip and I am pretty sure everyone that goes to Romania can have the same good experience.
Finally, this whole matter put a smile on my face for several days. I felt quite good about all that blog-love and even better, because it seems like I was able to give back a little for all the friendliness and fun I’ve experienced.
I even had a dream in which I traveled the whole country while writing the next Lonely Planet guide. :)
My next stop is Sofia in Bulgaria in less than two weeks. I am very excited to go there, too. But since I am a self employed engineer and there’s about a week of solitary work coming up end of May, beginning of June, I am now seriously considering to go back to Bucharest and do it there.
Disclaimer: I was hung over and sleep depraved when I wrote this at Bucharest Airport. But I just re-read and I still agree. :)
I just spent 10 days in Romania. There was not a specific reason why I went, it was just a country that I have never visited so I booked a flight. A friend decided to join when he found out, he would only be able to spend 3 nights though, so for the rest I would be on my own. Other friends gave me a quizzical “Why do you want to go THERE?” or warned me about being robbed and assaulted.
The first event in Romania was that just meters above the ground during landing at Bucharest airport the engines of the plane suddenly went to full power and the plane rapidly pitched up. We were pressed into the seat. The girl next to me said: “Perhaps they realized it’s the wrong airport. There are two you know.” The pilot informed us shortly after that another plane has suddenly rolled onto the runway. The wild east I thought.
I stayed at a serviced apartment in the old town near Unirii square. Razvan, the manager of these apartments, picked me up with his car. After a couple of questions he started talking about Bucharest. A very likable guy. He wasn’t the only one as I should find out.
First things first: The city has a population of about 2 million and while it has areas with beautiful, old buildings that remind visitors why it was once called the “Paris of the East”, most of the city looks typically post-communist. The women, this has to be mentioned, are very attractive on average and know how to dress well. Many are straight out stunningly beautiful. People seem to be moving throughout the city in groups. Rarely a lone pedestrian can be found. 99,9% of people have black hair and dark eyes. But that might differ in other parts of the country, I am not sure.
The apartment was in top condition and located in a six story building in one corner of the Lipscani district, the main nightlife area of town. It’s just awesome to live that close to the action, no subway or taxi necessary at all times. I was given the keys and was instructed to do what I want, because this is my apartment now. In case of any trouble I could always call Razvan. My neighbors were mostly older people who probably have been living there for many years.
I’ve met my friend who arrived a few hours earlier and after a quick dinner we hit the streets of Lipscani. The area got busy around 10 PM and would get even busier until the morning hours. Thousands of people were walking the streets between the bars, clubs and restaurants, again, mostly in groups. Almost every bar had tables outside which were crowded, something that I haven’t seen in a while. We arrived on Friday, it would be only slightly less crowded during the week.
One more thing about the bars and clubs: They range from cozy quiet hangouts for friends to loud techno clubs that blast their music out into the streets. But in all of them smoking is allowed. There are it seems so far no anti-smoking laws in Romania, although that may change with the EU forcing their rules on the local government.
Gypsies: Romania has a bad image abroad because they are perceived as stealing gypsies and con-artists. Sometimes I’d see somebody and assume he’s a gypsy, but that, as I found out, did not mean they were thieves or beggars by default. I was approached by beggars, small children, a few times but was told to not give them anything. They probably had their S-class mercedes already and didn’t need any more money. So I was told.
Safety: I rarely felt as safe in a foreign capital as I did in Bucharest. And I am not a naive tourist. There simply is no sign of threat whatsoever. I think Berlin and London are vastly more dangerous. So forget all that crap you hear.
The main tourist attraction seems to be dictator Ceausescu’s palace - now the home to the Romanian government. An immensely huge building with a road that resembles the Champs-Élysées in Paris and leads up to their own version of the Arc de Triomphe. I didn’t go inside though. When I planned to do it was (orthodox) Easter and there were no tours. There was, however, a drift racing event right in front of the palace for at least 2 days.
The parks are particularly great. Huge areas of green lawns, trees and sometimes with a lake, they are located in central areas throughout the city. We’ve seen many bikers and inline skaters there. You can imagine pavement walkways in all directions with park benches facing them conveniently for an afternoon of people-watching.
As a rule of thumb expect to pay about half what you would pay in western EU countries.
There’s many more things to be said, I could list facts all day, but the fact is you should just trust me and visit.
I could say I don’t know what it is that is so damn appealing about being here, but I do. It’s the people. As a visitor you feel very welcome. The people are warm and enthusiastic. 99,9% of people I’ve spoken to (those includes mostly the younger generation) speak fluent English. They might even surprise you, because they speak 5 other languages as well, including yours. And if they do, they do it well. They seem to be extremely good educated and some are very well traveled.
There’s a sense of love for their own country, pride, the will to improve things, and a generally positive outlook to life. Perhaps this is blue-eyed, but it is the impression that I got from the people I have met here and spent some time with. Sometimes there’s an almost absurd talent. Go to a karaoke party (almost as popular here as in Japan!) and you’ll see (or rather hear) what I mean.
So what happened.
I’ve had a blast, even after my friend left and I was alone in this city. I could have easily fallen in love with a girl, and I think she did fall in love with me. I went on taxi-rides with complete strangers without knowing the destination or what the hell they were saying. I was thrown out of a club because my date was a little bit too alive that evening. I saw many near-escalations, but somehow nobody really seems interested in violence here. There’s a temper though, and it keeps up the pace of life. There are roads in Transilvania that are designed to kill you, never take your eyes off the road. But they are a pleasure to drive for every motorist.
There are witches, black magic and strange rituals. Some say that if you go into a particular forest at night, the lure of singing will bring you to a place where you will see naked girls dancing. They will be so beautiful that it will drive you mad or have you killed. Just like sirens in the sea, these creatures live in the forests. There are also vampires, of course. The stories can be traced back to some rituals that are still going on. Would you believe there are people that even today will take a wooden stick and ram it through a dead corpses chest? I wouldn’t either. But then again, it’s probably true. There are places that will look very spooky if you take a picture. You might hear strange sounds and see weird things.
But also you might just have a brilliantly good time. Trust me. Go to Romania, make the conscious decision to mingle and indulge in local life, and you’ll see for yourself. You might also have a hard time to find another tourist. At least in Bucharest there don’t seem to be that many. At least around this time of year.
Go, come back, and tell your friends.
I like to summarize my trips in one or two sentences. This is what I came up with for Romania:
If Germany is Europe’s high-tech factory and France is Europe’s kitchen, then perhaps Austria is Europe’s ski-resort and England is where Europe’s humor comes from.
But Romania is Europe’s heart. And it’s beating wildly.
I just played a round of golf. Vimgolf, that is. I am a Vim nerd.
And I also just was wondering if I should really, like seriously, blog..
It would be posts like this:
This is from last night. I met a girl who works in marketing and studies on the side. She’s now writing her thesis. She is very cute, and has great legs and I think we have a lot in common. We both want to take a swim in the Dead Sea. I got her number.
Also two women that are older than me tried to strike up and carry a conversation with me. For the record: There’s not a chance in hell I can sleep with a woman that is older than me. I don’t even know how that should work..