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May 14, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

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Din cand in cand este bine sa mai faci o plimbare in propria curte …. Baile Herculane, Densus, Hunedoara, Alba Iulia, Turda, Cluj, Baia Mare, Sighetu Marmatiei, Viseu de Sus, Vatra Dornei, Bistrita, Targu Mures ....nu de alta dar cine stie ce mai gasesti…  

Best of : Muzeul de la Sighet, mocanita de la Viseu de Sus, cu tot cu cazarea in tren, DN17/E58 Vatra Dornei - Bistrita, palinca de salaj...

Worst : DN18 Borsa - Iacobeni.. O zona frumoasa nenorocita ce cel mai mizerabil drum !

Inceput in tromba... oprire neanuntata la Pitesti... etrierul franei din spate atarna ... noroc cu romanii strangatori, se gasesc doua suruburi si din nou la drum.

Baile Herculane, un loc din alte vremuri cu preturi la fel de "actuale". O plimbare pe Valea Cernei catre un sat cu un acces cel putin bizar ... o scara subreda... nu se finalizeaza din motive de securitate...

Urmeaza Densus, un loc plin de povesti dar fara cine sa le spuna nu le adune nici dracu... La Hunedoara marketingul turistic este ceva mai prezent intr-un oras ancorat undeva in cenusii ani '90....

In drum spre Cluj o oprire in Cetatea Alba Iulia, renovata... parca prea renovata, salina din Turda mai trebuie sa astepte putin...Clujul cosmopolit dar parca fara vlaga... vazut de sus in schimb e chiar ok...Salina urmeaza a doua zi, pana la urma frumos.. dar nu stiu de ce nu empatizam cu locul...

Greu sa spui frumos cand vizitezi cateva gropi comune si o inchisoare atroce... dar cumva tot trebuie apreciat... de vazut !! si de meditat la ce s-a intamplat acolo poate nu toate istoriile se repeta...

Daca vrei sa dai in mintea copiilor sau ea nu te-a parasit niciodata mocanita de la Viseu este o alegere, dupa un memorial este ce  o evadare... dormit in gara, in tren, ciudat totusi ca statea... a doua zi in ciuda hoardelor de turisti nimic nu strica experienta ...

In schimb daca vrei sa te simti dadacit ca in copilarie cand erai considerat incapabil de orice rationament avem de recomandat un hotel in Vatra Dornei  ... 

Distractia a fost o saptamana, 1300 km... in afara de un etrier cazut si un bagaj lateral incediat totul a decurs fara probleme. 

(ENG)

t’s a good idea to take a stroll, from time to time, in your own back yard... Baile Herculane, Densus, Hunedoara, Alba Iulia, Turda, Cluj, Baia Mare, Sighetu Marmatiei, Viseu de Sus, Vatra Dornei, Bistrita, Targu Mures... you never know what you might find.

Best of: the Sighet Museum, the local vintage train from Viseu de Sus together with the accommodation in the train, National road 17 (European road E85) from Vatra Dornei to Bistrita, the traditional hard liquor from Salaj...

Worst: National road 18 from Borsa to Iacobeni. A beautiful country side cursed with the most miserable road!

We start en fanfare, an unexpected stop in Pitesti because the rear brake clamp is dangling, lucky that Romanians never throw anything away, so we find 2 screws and get on our way.

Baile Herculane is a place from other times with very actual prices. A stroll on Cernei Valley towards a village with a rather odd access, a flimsy stairway which is unfinished due to safety reasons...

Densus is next, a place full of stories, but with no one to tell them they stay unknown...

In Hunedoara the touristic marketing is a bit more active in a city tied close to the grey nineties...

On our way to Cluj we make a stop in Alba Iulia, which has been renovated, maybe too renovated, the salt mine in Turda has to wait for us... Cluj is a cosmopolite city but with no spark... but rather fine when seen from the top of the hills... We visit the salt mines the next day and it’s rather nice, but for some reason the place doesn’t stay with us.

It’s hard to think of anything nice when you visit a few common graves and an atrocious prison, but somehow you have to appreciate what you see and think about what happened there and maybe not all history repeats itself...

If you want to relive your childhood, or if you never got past it, your option is the vintage train from Viseu, which seems like an escape after the museum... you sleep in the train, in the train station, oddly the train is not moving... the next day, the experience is not ruined by the hordes of tourists... 

The fun lasted for a week and aside from a hanging brake clamp and a burnt side bag everything went smoothly.

 

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