Sightseeing a City in a Day

Day 2. 15 July 2005

Friday. I woke early for breakfast to make the most of the day to find myself disappointed to find the fifth floor of the hotel in thick fog. Reassuring myself that it is not raining and that this grey weather will most likely burn off soon enough, I head downstairs, chirpily, towards breakfast. Pausing at reception I am told that the forecast is for sun and 28 degrees.

Breakfast is served in a poolside room of modest grandeur; small details fashioned from concrete and painted in simple white. Starting with cereal fruit juice, this is followed by a platter of bread, meat, and salty, creamy, goats cheese; all washed down with a large mug of black coffee.

In the early hours following breakfast and before the shops and museums open at 10 o’clock, and whilst the fog still lingers, I reccy the town. My Rough Guide mentions two museums in Timisoara, the Museum of the Banat, which although it is to be found in the fourteenth-century castle, the curators have spared ‘no effort […] to make the voluminous display of historical exhibits as dull as’ possible. I decide to give it a miss, and instead settle on finding and visiting the Ethnographic museum, of which I have heard very favourable reports.

After a whirlwind tour of the modern, and tediously dull and uninteresting department store next door to my hotel (just to see what is there), I strike out north towards the old Bastion; in which it is said that the ethnographic museum resides. Within about five paces turning the corner, I find it. Old, crumbly, red brick it is built with sloping walls, and topped by a roof of grass and bushes. Constructed as a series of triangles, these structures used to circle the old city. Now, only two parts exist, the rest having succumbed to demolition in the name of town planning. This section, in the northeast of the town, is the larger of the two, and now pay host to an internet café, and English bookshop, and a other shops, including a car showroom.

Following the road round, the lanes cut through the old archways in the city walls, and I follow the road round the outside of the Bastion. I’ve passed a Violin Museum, but it’s closed, and browsed in an antique furniture shop, but as yet have found no Ethnographic Museum. Consulting my map again, I peer into ever door and window, ask in hesitant English and broken Romanian at cafés and magazine stalls where I can find the ethnographic museum. Nobody knows. Suddenly, thinking that I have found it, I enter into a vaulted brick chamber, only to discover that it is the back – or maybe the front – door of the antique furniture shop I was in earlier…

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And of course, it even works with the “I’m Feeling Lucky” function. I love it when a plan comes together…!!

( Waymarking in Romania )

A Thunderstorm for Dinner

Day 1. 14 July 2005

Thursday. The journey began like any other; at Heathrow Terminal 2 a little after 7 o’clock. After a swift check-in I made way through to Departures. Whilst stood outside a branch of Virgin megastore reading a text message on my mobile, I’m suddenly aware of someone stood opposite. It is Tom Fyson – of the Estonian Adventures of 2003 fame – and my leader again on this; Romania 2005.

More or less on time, we depart England to fly east over Europe, landing two hours later in Vienna to be whisked across the airport in a bus and back again, to board our transfer plan. What we find is the tiniest, oldest aeroplane that I’ve ever flown in. With propeller’s on the wings, and luggage stowed under the tail fin, the slimmed down seating is just two deep either side of gangway, and the only separator between first and standard class were two bits of clear Perspex etched with the logo of Tyrolean Airways – our carrier for the last leg of our Austrian Air flight…

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Thank you Kat and Jess!

Lots and lots and lots of pictures from my holidaying in Romania. The words, and lots of ’em, will follow shortly (I promise)…

Doi elefanti se legăna, per o pânză de paianjou
Si fündcăea, un se rupea
Ău mai chemat un elefant
Un, doi, trei…

Trei elefanti se legăna, per o pânză de paianjou
Si fündcăea, un se rupea
Ău mai chemat un elefant
Un, doi, trei, patru…

Patru elefanti se legăna, per o pânză de paianjou
Si fündcăea, un se rupea
Ău mai chemat un elefant
Un, doi, trei, patru, cinci…

One elephant, swinging in a spiderweb
And because it doesn’t break
It calls for another elephant
One, two…

The Elephant Song [ high quality ]
The Elephant Song [ low quality ]

Firstly, Timisoara, for the 14–16 July, and then…

…the Retzet Mountains, from 16–24 July…

I have to keep reminding myself that when I checked the long range weather forecast for Estonia in 2003 it said thunder and rain, and in the end, it was cloudless blue skies, a heat wave and not a drop of rain for the entire two weeks.