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Romania
To show itself well our friends the customs
officers we took the practice to exchange
a minimum of two or three words in their
language with them plus a smile
Is your mother it well?
And your dog?
Not, more seriously one especially tries
to learn with each passage from border small
basic formulas from the type, hello, goodbye,
thank you.
For Romania it is Buna siwa, the arreveder,
multsu mess with reading in phonetics...
or thank you all bonnement. The customs
formalities filled and proud of the first
official plug on our passport we start AKdyane
to conquer Romania and to overcome Dracula!
It is 2H00 morning.
By Loïc precaution took the wheel.
Romania it knows to have already come there
in 1996. It knows in particular how to be
caught there with the carts which emerge
nowhere, and the holes which bar you the
roadway to be broken into two your axle.
Me Romania I do not know, and I penetrate
there with stereotypes full the head.
I open large my opened wide eyes because
the night is black, which does not make
that to accentuate my anguish. Difficult
to feel at ease when there are as much people
everywhere. Everywhere people who look at
you, everywhere abandoned dogs bursting
the flagstone. I am anxious and donot can
what think. For me basic franchouillard,
Romania is summarized with 22millions gipsies
and pick-pocketing, it is all.
The first minutes in this country disaster
victim are sufficient to validate my very
Western and French opinion, that in the
East there is nothing bon…
After some hesitations on the place to choose
to sleep, we decide to stop the car not
far from the Hungarian border with Pecica.
There is light, TIR (Road International
Transport) transporting sheep and pigs,
a hotel, that seems attended and more or
less kept. It is good one can stop. In order
to avoid any muddle with the hotel (zero
star), we will warn the gatekeeper who we
sleep there. He nicely makes us include/understand
with gestures the place where we must park
ourselves. He returns 5 minutes later with
a ticket of parking. Price: 1 euro. It is
the price to pay to exist, all at least
on a bit of paper, that reassures us...
The next morning the road is taken again.
The trucks, which takes care it protected
us from the inquisitive eyes, left late
in the night for their destination. We continue
our, Bucharest direction. I discover as
we advance in the interior of the country,
the landscapes surprising, but more still,
I discover people. What I believed being
yesterday evening of the robbers and the
brigands, is actually poor people, but who
work hard. I will learn thereafter in Bucharest,
that the Roumanian does not make the sleeve
and will never make the sleeve to live.
On the other hand, all that it can sell
it sells it, of the fruits of its kitchen
garden, with cheese of its goats, while
passing by the honey of its bees. Every
morning, it leaves its table in own way
graver on the edge of the national and draws
up the fruits of its labour there, in waiting
that somebody stops for buying to him.
Between the apprehension that I tested
yesterday evening and what I feel this morning
by driving the car, it is the day and the
nuit… Romania opens with us into polychrome.
The houses which border it national that
we borrow are sumptuous colors and details
hidden for that which can see them. The
villages are stretched along the main roads
with for any pavement against alley, out
of ground very often, separated from the
road by trees and a ditch, thus allowing,
at the houses not to fall directly on the
cars. The short cuts are as for them, in
general, exclusively out of ground and very
often deserve the turning. One can see there,
which refuses to be seen since the road,
namely the proud face of entire people.
I make knowledge, with the first carts drawn
by one even two horses, with Dacia (Rumanian
car, repurchased in 1999 by Renault) and
with the cows in the ditch of the roads.
We make our second halt with Sibiu on one
of the places of the low city. We are already
much intrigued by the ceaseless activity
of the Roumanians. Of each with dimensions
of us, sleep of Dacias. They do not seem
any more to have rolled since the end of
the communist mode, us will thus not be
located, it is on! One falls asleep on the
intestines of cow which we had eaten at
the time of our stop with Axente Sever (40
km of Sibiu). Rumanian speciality has one
says us, they are delicious. The alarm clock
the next morning is fast because, here,
the activity of the city starts as early
as it finished late.
Sibiu will be our first Rumanian amazement.
City in which Dracula remained 1 year and
us one night. We visit it all the morning
of July 11 (happy birthday with Sophie with
the passage).
Sibiu is a marvellous city with its coloured
houses and its small run under the arbour
and it is managed by a German mayor.
There exists, indeed, in Romania a German
colony remained after the occupation of
the 10th century. They are called the SASI
(Sachi delivery) or SAS in the singular.
These German preserved their name of origin
and are very well integrated into the Rumanian
population.
At the exit of the city, a small village
draws our Boita attention, funny of nom…
Superb orthodoxe church in restoration.
The village was cotisé to give it
on foot, any help of the government bus
too many requests and other priorities undoubtedly.
The presence of water in these villages
is omnipresent, not running water well on,
but a multitude of artesian wells. Men,
women, children all, each day will seek
water with the puit. For luckiest of enter
them, the puit is in their garden. The water
drudgery it is fortunately also the occasion
of speaking with the neighbor or her buddy.
We arrive to Bucharest to midnight. The
calamitous state of the roadway reminds
to us that France is already far behind.
It is not rare to have to make a yaw by-Ci
a yaw by-there. Only everyone made the same
thing here, therefore all is well. Rupert
a friend of Loïc offers his hospitality
to us. A room and an office with a connection
Internet in under grounds, entirely renovated,
the but suffering one of atrocious problem
of moisture.
Thursday July 17 16h30 we leave Bucuresti
for Tulcea (Delta of the Danube). One summoned
us to return to us there in this part of
Romania.
"will find there You all the problems
conceivable and unimaginable concerning
water", explain us Gelu and Bianca
two friends Rumanian who want us good. In
Tulcea we will sleep besides in the parents
of Gelu the one night time or two.
On the road of Tulcea, the landscape and
the villages are always also astonishing,
of the zones seriously disaster victims
are next to villages and superb points of
sights. After 4 hours of road, one badly
did not lose oneself while leaving Bucaresti…
we decide to stop us to make a control of
routine of the levels of oils, brakes and
engines. Loïc is occupied of the brakes,
I occupy itself of the engine. All is ok,
one sets out again. After two minutes of
road the car starts to spit a black smoke
of all the devils. Holds?? Can be although
I would have forgotten to close this rotten
stopper of the oil tank say myself I all
bas… Useless to open the cap to make
a state of the damage. The engine all is
bonnement salopé of oil, which gives
place to an argument of routine. Nothing
good engraves one knows it, just what défouler
a little mutually. One was afraid for the
engine veiled all. Now it is hoped that
a thing it is that this unpleasant burned
oil odor is transformed into caramelized
sugar odor. We burst hunger, a package of
chips for any meal, that sharpens the nerves
and the crocs…
Arrived at Tulcea at 1H30 of the morning,
we have appointment with the father of Gelu
in front of the hotel "Delta".
His/her father is old against-espionage
under the mode of Ceausescu. Today he is
a colonel in the Gendarmerie responsible
for the district of Tulcea and his surroundings.
One wonders a short moment about his past
in against-espionage. It has awaited us
well for two hours bus on we have delay.
He and his wife is adorable people, it speaks
like Minine the woman about Mickey, speaks
to him little. There remains beside us quiet
if he does not have anything to say. When
silences are too long it smiles. We feel
that he wants to be quite simply to hold
us there company. We remain on their premises
until Saturday afternoon, just time to meet
a family living on banks of the delta (cf
drives delta of the Danube).
We leave Tulcea with the regret to say
to us that we leave Romania, country ignored
and mésestimé. We are sad
to especially leave these children who run
us afterwards in the street and who laugh
while seeing passing our car. We had taken
the practice to answer their great smile
by two blows of horn and the signs of the
hand. The hours of glory deserved well of
Adrienne we did not know it pas… ended;
We sleep on a carpark close to Constanta,
city balneal of the Black Sea. We take again
the road the following day for the Bulgare
border.
Newspaper from the 10 to
July 20, 2003 writing by Geoffroy
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