Sighisoara, RO (Schäßburg)

Sighisoara, RO   (Schäßburg)

Pretty Dresses Of Old 

Dracula

When you see the word Transylvania, do you think of Vlad, the Impaler?  He was born in Sighisoara, Romania and named VladȚepeș. Most people abroad might know him as, “DRACULA” (the Dragon). His father was in exile for awhile in this German Town and during that time, Vlad the Impaler saw the light of day.

Birth Room Of Dracula

Rotting Coffin In The Catacombs

Carol visited the actual room where Dracula was born. She said it was a very tacky presentation with red lights, and eerie music.

A Full Cemetery, Mostly German Folk

So Many Grave Markers, They Were
Used To Hold Up The Hill

Not Easy To Walk These Roads In Sandals

Come Have A Seat !

Breakfast Table, Unusual Foods

Breakfast Room In Basement

Up The Hill Towards The Church On The Hill

Slow Taxi 

Thick Walls, Narrow Gates 

Wonder What Dracula Ate While He Watched The Prisoners Being Tortured 

I was more enamored with the whole town at the time. Sighisoara is an old place. A location the Romans had settled already and who knows who came before them? Schäßburg, as it was known at the time of Dracula’s birth, and as I already reported, was another German bastion.

The town was walled, and erected against the threat of the Hordes from the East and later against the Ottoman Turks and Persians (Iran). Sighisoara is a gem. It’s old! Best way to describe it, it’s old. The pavements are old. The houses are old. The churches are old and even our hotel was old.

Our Hotel On The Left Of The Gates

 We had a room in a Hotel called ‘Pension am Schneiderturm’ (at the Tailor’s Tower) inside the walled city, right next to the entrance gate.  Oh, the town is fun. All this medieval stuff is honest, it’s real. Naturally, people of today try to make a business out of the look, but it is not overdone. We parked our bikes behind some gate, not far away from the Hotel. It was the best I could do; there is no parking in the streets at night, so parking must be off the streets. Good luck if you don’t have a way to find a parking lot.

Clock Tower

Stairs Inside The Clock Tower

View From The Clock Tower

Clock Tower View

We climbed the Clock tower (110 narrow, old, a bit dilapidated, steps). The view was great, the museum they had, however, not so interesting.

We climbed the hill to the Bergkirche ‘Church on the Hill’ (176 steps). Somehow I remember this old church (1345) with a catacomb (crypt), and real coffins visible behind glass partitions; eerie looking and spooky.

We walked I don’t know how many steps around the old Protestant cemetery where mostly German names are engraved on the tombstones.

We walked out of the town, down the hill for dinner and then back up again. I lost count of the steps.

Few Cars, Roads Are Too Weird For Cars 

Catacombs

You better be in good shape and have good shoes for walking in this town. The road surface is cobblestones, so your footing is wobbly.

But it is not the scary part of the town that entices; it’s the truly old walls, the winding walk ways, the layout and narrowness of the streets that give it an ambiance unique to Romania.

Main Entrance To Town

I liked this town. Yes, one day to explore it is enough, unless you are a Medieval Expert and need to research something special, one day is perfect.

Small things, like the breakfast in the basement of the Hotel added to the uniqueness of our experience. Sure I could look at the weirdness of it, but chose to see the fun in having a room that was just as big as a bed with just enough room to walk around the bed on 2 sides only. Small room indeed!

The Shadow Of Vlad Hangs Over The Town 

We were bushed by the end of the day from all the walking and slept great, no matter the size of the room. For one night it was OK.

Typical Sign Of Tradesman, Most People Could NOT Read

Yes, People Lived There

Sighisoara is the best preserved medieval town in all of Eastern Europe.

Vatra Dornei, 2nd time, RO

Vatra Dornei, 2^nd time, RO

Panic Attack! Almost! Carol could not find her keys to open the Givi Saddle Bags. She has 2 sets of keys, but the 2^nd set was locked inside the top box, which could not be opened if you don’t have a key. Now what? We looked all over the room, walked the path we took last night, etc. Nothing! We had to vacate the Hotel Room; it was already a bit late. What do we do? We checked every pocket, every nook and possibility, no keys! Naturally, feelings of frustration ran high. All the thinking did not help, we could not think of anything else but to crack the cases open by force and then tie them closed again with duct tape. We had the liner bags in the room; they had to go inside those cases. There was no way I could carry them on my bike. And……we are so far away from any ‘civilization’ up here in Romania, that finding a dealer who might be able to help is not in the cards. So, with a heavy heart, we decided, yes, let’s move out and get going. We will have to break into the cases and then deal with the rest later. We did all this after breakfast, we did not have our riding gear on, so first thing is to get totally dressed. Boots, pants and finally jackets and……..stuck inside Carol’s arm sleeve in the riding jacket were the keys to the side cases. Not in a pocket (which she had already checked) but stuck inside her jacket sleeve. Phew, that was close! First thing we did after we opened the cases on Carol’s bike was to put the spare keys into MY bike. It seems more logical to have your riding partner carry spares of your stuff. Not sure if this is best but that is what we did from then on.

We are back in the hunt for more monasteries. There are a total of 8 Monasteries on the UNESCO register, but we decided that 4 would be enough. All of them are more or less within the area we are in. Since we saw 2 yesterday, we thought we could see 2 today and then ride back to Vatra Dornei, since we declared this our hub for this part of the trip.

 OK, off we go, the first route leads to Humor (that is not a laughing matter, it’s the name of the town). We followed the Route Carol had worked out but in the end we needed the GPS to find the exact spot of the Monastery. A bit out of town, along a rural road, with a few houses around, sits Humor Monastery today. I am glad we did not see this Monastery as our first Monastery. The perimeter of the outer wall is filled with schlock merchants. Selling ‘Romanian’ tchotchkes probably made in China. It was horrible. There was hardly room to park. The parking was not secure. Carol and I tried to find a more secluded spot to park the bikes, but there wasn’t any. By riding ‘around’ this Humor Monastery we came to realize, we don’t need this. This is really too much ‘touristy’ crap. So, we set the GPS to omit this Humor (less) place and moved on. 

The next church is the one in Voronet, known for the intense blue color “Voronet Blue”, it is the most famous of the Romanian Churches. This Monastery was not in operation for 200 plus years (1775 to 1998). After the reopening in 1998, major renovation has occurred and now this is one of the most popular destinations for tourists in all of Romania. I did not know any of this when we rode up to it. There were guarded parking lots, but when we rode onto one, nobody even looked at us. The ‘guards’ were busy dealing with the 3 busloads of people who had arrived with us. It was a bee hive of activity. From the parking lot it was a 30 minute walk uphill to the actual Monastery. Left and right of this ‘walk’ were vendors selling religious mementos, Romanian flags, peasant shirts and dresses and various toys for the kids. Schlock! 

I could not believe it, religion is a business. I am not a friend of religion in the first place, but this was over the top. Never mind the inherent idea of a peaceful spot to regenerate ones unity with the Universe. I am not going up that walk! I am not going to be part of this silly procession towards the monastery that was “re-instituted” for the benefit of milking international tourists. I am not going to walk the gauntlet of merchants just to see one more of the walled places. I cannot even call it a monastery; really, because I am convinced it was set up just for the business end of the tourist trade. There is really nothing ‘holy’ about this place. I guess you can tell that I was raving a bit, and seething at the commercialism. 

I said nothing to Carol, though. I just looked at her, while we were sitting on our bikes in the parking lot. She looked at me. Then she said: “No way am I going to go up there. This is insanity!” I am glad we agreed. So now what do we do?  Where do we go from here? A bit down the road, on the way away from the ‘Monastery’ we stopped in a driveway and I set the GPS towards Vatra Dornei, we decided we were just following the roads the machine would tell us to take.  And we were not disappointed. I cannot really tell you the name of the road, or the number but it was a doozy; winding, bumpy, potholed, and dangerous sometimes.

Why Did They Keep This Monument In The Middle Of The Forest?

Rubble, Gone !

Yes, They Have Electric Here, Way Inside Nothing

After some time we came across a large area with ripped down buildings. A huge section, in the middle of the forest with totally abandoned, what looked to me, Government buildings, housing or barracks. I would say 90% of the very large complex was torn down (or bombed?) but, in the center of it all stood a monument; a very modern type of a monument in a way. We stopped, looked around but it felt eerie. It felt as we were not supposed to be there, not supposed to have taken that road, even the pictures. Yet we saw no barriers or signage. The road we were on continued right through this facility and then, almost the equal distance on the other side, we came back to a more traveled road. Again we saw horse drawn carts, again we saw people. This bad road we were on, might have been a road established during Ceaușescu’s era. And the buildings?  If only walls could talk.

I tried to look up where exactly we had been once I got to the hotel in Vatra Dornei, the Belvedere, but could not find any explanation. When I asked people they just looked at me, but said nothing. 

Mmmm!

Sucevita, RO

Sucevita, RO

Almost Like An All Stained Glass Look

Painted monasteries! The concept of religious devotion and the beauty of living in a monastery are evident in Romania. Since ancient times, people have lived lives that are secluded, committed to God. Their house of worship, the church, is the center of their belief and is a place to be decorated and adorned. Life in a monastery might be monotonous and focused toward the afterlife, yet beauty is still appreciated in the here and now. The monks or nuns, in their wish for a better life, painted their churches, inside and outside. Eight of these old, painted monasteries are on the UNESCO heritage list. Saints, biblical scenes, religious concepts, etc. are painted in fresco form all over the churches. The church looks like a precious jewel, all aglow from far away. Those churches, those ‘jewels’, are hidden within high walls inside fortified monasteries. The whole setup is medieval looking and the concept, while sound during their construction, now seems baffling.

Route 17A, a scenic route on the map, turned out to be a lovely, narrow road and was in better shape than we anticipated. Of course it was very bumpy in spots. We are far from large cities, far from ‘civilization’ and looking back a few hundred years, deep inside the forests. Even today you get the feeling of remoteness, of being alone.  We did not want to see all eight of the monasteries, just a few and get an impression of them. 

Entrance To Moldovita Monastery

Very Colorful Frescoes 

Lovely Roof Line, More Living Quarters

Monks Or Nuns Living Quarters 

Moldovita was the first of them and I was duly impressed. I could get into the feeling of how it must have appeared years ago. The layout is like a small, walled castle, even a very small town if you will, all surrounded by a very high wall. The church is in the center with the monks or nuns living in buildings surrounding the church. Fruit trees, gardens, wells, self-sufficiency were all within the walls.  It was a defensive set up, a protection from marauders or thieves. It offered a quiet, bucolic life, allowing the occupant communication with God and peace. I could see the attraction. I could also see the dangers. Far away from your neighbor, far away from everything, with roving eyes of the needy or wanting, the monasteries were a target.



Over The Top Decorations Inside

The Church Is Almost Like A Chapel 

Defensive positions for the monasteries were selected because they might have to withstand the onslaught of the Ottoman Invaders. Stefan the Great, who won 34 out of 36 (46 of 48?) battles against the Ottoman Empire, and his illegitimate son, Petru Rareș, supported the building of those monasteries. They were built as a ‘thank you’ to God for giving them the fortitude to win their battles. They were very religious men.

It was a different time in the 15 and 16^th Century. Religion was at the forefront of their lives. We looked at the physical manifestations of those times, those walled, painted, jewel-like monasteries. It was a step back into history and quite pleasant because we come back and live our lives in today’s world. I am not so sure I would like to have lived then. 

The surrounding town of Moldovita established itself alongside the Monastery with supporting people like blacksmiths, coopers and other tradesmen who lived there. Albeit the town had no wall surrounding it, the Monastery did.  I imagined how they must have felt when the Ottomans attacked. A horrific experience I imagine it to be.  Gruesome times, especially when one thinks of the way prisoners were treated.

We spent about 2 hours at the Moldovita Monastery and then searched for our next one, the Monastery of Sucevita. Our planning was well done; we booked a hotel just a few miles away from the Sucevita Monastery but had a very difficult time finding the hotel. We rode past the place 3 times before we recognized it as our hotel. It was actually a riding academy that had a hotel on the premises. Who knew?  No wonder we seemed stunned.  Of course we asked for directions, and people even told us. But I could not understand their language. Only after I heard the world Equus, did I put it together. The Romanian Language is the closest thing to the way the old Romans talked. It is a ‘modern’ Latin. Romania is NOT Slavic; it is a roman based language. It might as well be THE Roman (Latin) that was spoken then and has now been transformed into what we call Romanian.



Entrance To Sucevita Monastery 

Sucevita Monastery Church 

Very Ornate, Very Colorful, Very Over The Top Decorations

6 Meter (18 feet) Walls Surround The Monastery

Many  Saints And Holy Men

After we checked in to the Equestrian Hotel we had some time on our hands and we had to find a place to eat as well. So why not visit the next Monastery, the Monastery of Sucevita, just down the street a bit. So, off we go in riding gear and yes, the place is open. After paying our admission to the nun at the front gate we enter the high walled place and find an even ‘gaudier’ painted church than what we just saw in Moldovita. Yet the layout, the basic set up, was very similar and I did not feel I had to explore this place for another 2 hours. Sure, we took a tour, even went to the museum they had established inside a building, saw the gilded garments, but that is not what interested me as much. I wanted to get the feeling of medieval atmosphere and this place, this Sucevita Monastery, while beautiful, did not have the same ambiance for me. Carol took a stack of pictures; she ambled around and watched the other tourists click away with their cameras. I got the idea of those monasteries at the first one and two in one day might have been too much for me.

We could not find a place to eat so asked the people at the hotel where to go. They offered to cook for us and we gladly accepted. We were the only people who ate at the hotel that night.  The place was not too busy. It might be because nobody could find the place. I told them about better signage, but did they listen?  We left the next morning for more monasteries.

Vatra Dornei, RO

Vatra Dornei, RO

RO is the international abbreviation for Romania. 

We are on the road today, with VatraDornei being the closest, largest town near the painted Monasteries in the North of the Country (Bucolic), our targets for the next few days. We are in the Carpathian Mountains. We are not on a race in Romania, so we ride about 5 to 6 hours a day and then stop and smell the roses. Vatra Dornei is just a normal town. Sure they would love to be a ski resort and maybe they are, but for me it is a stopover. We were lucky to have found a hotel that is modern, air conditioned, with secure parking, elevator, breakfast included and near town; a really nice place: HotelBelvedere.

Riding a motorcycle needs to be an adaptive sport. Just because you can ride in, let’s say, Germany or the U.S, does not mean you know the small intricacies of riding in Austria or Hungary or Romania. There is something different here. Just like there is a difference between Mexico and the U.S.

I once rode from Mexico into Guatemala and noticed a difference there, too. It happens almost instantly: just cross a border and something changes. The effect is immediate: Canadians drive and ride differently than their Southern Neighbors. It is difficult to put into words but I feel it. So my awareness needs to adapt. I need to be ready for new things. In Romania the roads are narrow and winding. The highways are not international interstates with wide aprons on the side of the road. The roads here are the old roads, established over centuries, just paved over. They still twist their way through the center of towns, up and down mountains and are used by dogs, cows and horse drawn carts.

Horse's Pace Of Life 

Anticipate the unexpected in Romania, you will even see geese or pigs standing in the road, right after a curve, looking at you and seeming to ask: “What are you doing here on my road?” Riding a bike is full of small adventures. Six hours of full attention to the road is about all I can give of myself before I feel a fatigue creeping in.

So we don’t push ourselves to make it to the ultimate goal.  We know our limits and bunk down even if we are near to where we have to go. I find it better to see the attraction we headed for the next day. Fresh like a daisy I get better impressions of whatever we came to see. How many miles I ride a day is totally irrelevant! What matters is that we ride safely and get there. Time seems to have a different value in Romania. The horse carts I mentioned are slow but seem to be on a mission. Just imagine commerce being done at their speed. Of course there are many trucks on the road but still, there is also the time-forgotten way of one step at a time, living at a horse’s speed.

The towns, similar to Hungary, have a layout I do not understand. When going into a town, I see deep ditches on the left and right side of the road. The town road is just two lanes, and then comes the deep ditch. Beyond that is a narrow strip of land and then the houses start. The houses are built in a row. Yes you can call them row houses but each house is different, yet they are very close together or even touching each other. The strip of land in front of the house is sometimes made into a garden, other times it is a parking spot. Small bridges cross the ditch; each house has their own bridge from the road to the house. It’s a strange look and I noticed it first in Hungary, but now I see it in Romania, too.

I can understand the purpose of the ditch in heavy rains, it drains the roads, it might even have drained effluents years ago, but this is 2015. Still, those are historic setups and do not seem to change. I cannot understand why a town was laid out that way, though.

Idyllic? It Was A Nice Ttown !

A Well Deserved Drink 

Vatra Dornei is not laid out that way. Somehow this town is like other European towns, a bit old and yet it has its own charm. A pedestrian street (no cars allowed) full of outside restaurants is in the center of the town, we had dinner there. A wide shallow river flows through the city, flanked by railroad tracks. People walk instead of driving cars. The general feeling is of contentment with a dash of ambition for something new. I like this town.

Sure I yelled at the woman who was parked, blocking the entrance to our hotel, leaving us vulnerable on the street amid a construction zone. She had plenty of room to park anyplace else, but no, she was lazy and had to park in the most convenient spot, disregarding the difficulty she caused for anyone else. People are people, including me. I get all steamed up when I see idiots and I let them know it.

But I smile at myself too, for being the other idiot.

Cluj Napoca, Romania (Klausenburg)

Cluj Napoca, Romania ( Klausenburg ) 

I will write the German names next to the Romanian names, because for centuries those cities we will visit in Romania were at least 50% occupied by Germans. The “SiebenbürgerSachsen”, as they are known in Germany, were people sent by German Royalty to hold off attacks by the Mongols (Golden Hordes) and then later the Ottoman (Turkish and Islam) attacks. Those Germans established, built and organized their cities in ways that made them stand out in the region. A lot of the Germans sent to Romania were Protestants, people that the Catholic Church did not want in Germany and kind of ‘exiled’ them to the East. But the first waves of Germans came before the Reformation and to complicate it even more, they were not from Saxony but mainly from the lower Rhine Valley. History, even though understood, is still complicated.

History seems unavoidable when I visit a place. I ask myself questions like: how old is this town? What did it look like before man came to this spot? Why is the town in this spot? Somehow I am not so much interested in the latest buildings, bridges or living quarters the town is so proud to show me. I like to understand what made people come here and why and what kind of people they were. I have a hard time remembering the names because they are just names to me. Even though they were the important people of their time; today they are just names, with no longer any power behind them. I am not impressed with their wealth when they were alive, and I am sure I would not be impressed with their wealth today, either. But I must admit that, because of them, this part of the world looks like it does today. There are many circumstances that determine the appearance of a city or place in years to come. Just as there were many such circumstances and events that made a place the place it is today. History! It made and will make the world go around.

We had booked a pension via Bookings.com with an Italian name, Pension Piccola Italia.   We had a hard time finding it, even with our very good and brand new GPS. We had maps of the town, we had our GPS but the city had major construction going on and a lot of roads were torn apart and detour signs all over the place. Our GPS gave up, too many detours. The map did not have the smallest streets on them and asking people? Do you speak Romanian? Besides, we were looking for a place with an Italian name, so when we did ask, they looked at us funny and kind of shrugged us off, shaking their head. “This guy is looking for Italia?” they might have thought. “This is Romania, fool.”

Well we found the place, an old, turn of the century house, converted into B&B. Parking for the bikes was under a grape arbor in the front yard behind a secure steel gate. Breakfast was in a small annex in the back, also under grape vines. Those plants give great shade. Much needed shade, the temps on the way in were 92 F and it was hot. The big, fat walls of the building though, helped the inside of the house remain cool and comfortable. No A/C, of course. It was an OK place to bunk down and explore the city. Exploring we did on foot, though. Besides the mess the construction made of the inner city, we were not happy with the way Romanians drive; aggressive, reckless and sometimes very foolish driving. We were better off per pedes, especially since the old town was only about 10 blocks away. When I use the word old town, it is a misnomer. Cluj (that is what the locals call the city for short) is a University town; There are many young people around. The ‘old’ center is made to look old but it is seeded over with Restaurants, eateries and drinking places. I felt like I was walking the gauntlet, everybody wanted us to come in and eat or drink in their place, the whole of it not busy, but all establishments very eager for customers.

We had dinner at one of the outside cafes but the atmosphere felt wrong. Naturally we had nothing better to do but watch the passersby and the general bustle of the place. To me it seemed contrived. I cannot remember the food we ate, all I remember is that it seemed overpriced for what we received. I do not know really what I expected, but I did not expect to see a town that made an area ‘old’ to bring in tourists but it was a failed attempt. Maybe we were too early in the day (7.00 PM) and the real “action” starts later, remember this is a University town or…… maybe the University was closed for the summer months. Anyhow, to me it was a dead duck place.

So all I can say about Cluj is that the houses need some fixing up, that most need a coat of paint and maybe there needs to be a program to teach drivers to be more respectful of others.

We had a nicer time at lunch today, we stopped alongside the road and the place had Romanian authenticity, great food and ambiance. A nice place with flowers in the front and a large hall with wooden tables and a nice menu greeted us. Even some (7) local bikers stopped in and occupied a table not far from us. They just nodded an acknowledgement when they saw us and did not make us a tourist target, like those dinner folks.

A curious event was the sight of large wooden houses with ‘silver’ roofs, trims and gables. I remember reading about some of them being ‘Gypsy’ king houses,  but did not know they looked like that. A very peculiar look, very different looking. Very ornate and foreign, something my brain could not conceive as ever being a house for me.

 Well, we are just starting to move into Romania, I need to keep an open mind. Romania is very different. 

Hungary

Hungary

Happy Times

We have ridden around Hungary before and since our target is Turkey, why linger?  We sure wanted to avoid the congested Budapest area so we picked local roads. Well, almost, because when faced with long, out of the way routes, we bit the bullet and bought the minimum toll ticket which allowed us to use the highways for a week . We were glad to use the highways to go around Budapest.

Looking at the map and calculating a route so that we don’t have to travel miles and miles, we headed from Sopron East towards the town of Kecskemet, a town that would make it easy to enter Romania the next day. 

The booking we made from Bookings.com said a double room, attached bathroom and breakfast included. All that for 23 Euro; parking within the premises or across the street. Great, off we go to find this place. Boy, am I glad we had our GPS. It turned out to be a room in a private house, nice and clean but not a hostel, as advertised. Not that it was bad, it just was very small. Yes, they had parking; they moved their car out of their carport and let us park there for the night. The bikes were relatively safe. Finding a place for dinner was another thing though. We ended up eating some strange Asian food in a nearby Supermarket that had a few tables stuffed in the corner. Now, I know that sounds snobbish and maybe it is, but the food was sub-standard. Greasy and all mixed together looked not appetizing. Served on a paper plate with a plastic fork is not ‘dining’. We just used this private home as a sleeping place and left in the morning as early as we could (7.00 AM). Breakfast was a slice of toast with Velveeta cheese wedges, bad coffee but it was food. I tried to pay the woman but my pantomime must not have been understood, she just shook her head and moved away. I stood there, holding the Euros and did not know what to do. All she said was ‘Bookings’, which meant nothing to me. Language can help, but I don’t know a lot of people who learn Hungarian. She spoke no English, not even thank you. So, what do we do? Well I figured she wants her money sooner or later so let her come to me.  We packed our bikes, had some tough time getting out of the yard, a bit down the hill, and then we rode off. (I totally forgot to pay the woman), did not even think about it later on.

Sad Times

Our next ‘target’ is the border crossing for Romania, some 3 to 4 hours away. Mentally I make a list in my head of where my passport is, where the bike papers are, etc. Questions pop up: do I need a Vignette for their highway system? How much money do I exchange at the border? etc.  My mind is preoccupied, busy. It is hot; the sun beats down on us in all of our full gear, with the helmet on, too. We finally come to the border and now the fun begins. I find a kiosk and they tell me I don’t need a Toll Vignette for the bikes. Bikes in Romania do not have to pay tolls for any Highway. Great!  Now comes the actual Border crossing! Ready, Carol?  Carol? 

We find out in our confusion at last night’s place, Carol left her green document folder someplace. There is no other answer but to ride back. Yes, stuff like that happens to the best of us. We cannot call them, we don’t speak Hungarian. They don’t speak English, or German, or any other language. So, off we go, back to where we came from. About 4 hours later we pull in to their street and ring their bell. Ah, yes, we kind of waited for you, was their pantomime. Here is the green folder. A nice smile and a wave and a big relief on Carol’s face. But now what? We took a break in an Air Conditioned gas station for 45 minutes to cool down and to breathe a sigh of relief.  Carol and I talked. No, I don’t want to stay there again, did not really love the place but now it is the afternoon and where do we go?  I did not even love the town!  So we decided to go for another few hours back towards the Romanian border and find a hotel on a highway someplace. Anything will be better than what we had. Yes, we rode a lot of km that day!

The 'Wild West' In Hungary

Simple Rooms But Looked Nice 

Yes, Sh!@t Happens!

About 2 hours later I see a sign that spells out “Convoy Hotel.” Carol and I agree we will just take it, no matter what it looks like. All we want at this point is a room. The temperatures on this day were around 90 F and we have had it. So, we walk into the reception and are told that the place has a Wedding Reception this very night. Yes, they have a room but it might be noisy because of the party. Again, what do you do? Also, there is no AC in the rooms, just a fan. The location is good, right off the highway, the bikes would be secure (somewhat) but with a party going on? Will some drunken guy pee on the bikes?  Will someone puke all over them? No AC really bothered me, the day was very hot and it still is hot. On the good side it is an easy walk to a restaurant, the price is acceptable and riding longer is just not in the cards. Carol has had it, too. So, we take the room and I slept great, did not hear a thing. The bikes were safe, the night cooled off enough to not feel the heat and all is well with the world. Sometimes I worry too much. But when on a trip, things can go wrong, sometimes they can be avoided, sometimes it is just my stupidity, other times stuff just happens. Romania is next!