Route: F ă g ă ra ş -Bran-Sinaia-Bra ş ov
F ă g ă ra ş . Dopo una bella colazione a base di pane, formaggio, salame, insalata russa e altro ancora, partiamo alla volta di F ă g ă ra ş, dove sorg e una delle fortezze ( cetatea ) più grandi della Transilvania. Costruita nel XIV secolo, è stata poi rimaneggiata diverse volte, finché non has assumed its present appearance. The building houses a museum that tells the story and a library. As in many other museums in Romania, you can take pictures, but only or paying a surcharge on the ticket. Very beautiful costumes, the archaeological Paleoliti co, a collection of coins of different ages and medals of honor the p eriod Ceausescu. In the courtyard, a gallows. In the twentieth century, the fortress was used as a prison . In the nearby square, is an Orthodox church under construction with the golden domes. Compared to the size of the town, I feel great, absolutely disproportionate. In front of the yard, to a positive against Romania: public toilets. T anti present, sometimes paid sometimes not, as we do not require you to enter a bar and order something that you do not want to even have the excuse to use the toilet.
Bran. Along the road to Bran, we meet one of the usual fatal accidents. Quickly turn the car and take a side street, with deep potholes and stalls selling honey and shepherd's cheese. My stock pads against motion sickness is being sorely tested, but this allows us to cross a number of smaller villages that otherwise would not have seen. In many of these is the "neighborhood" of Gypsies, who live on the margins here and when you look out the window you refer - and rightly - an expression mixed with distrust and curiosity. I can not photograph them, I can not picture anyone on the street. I wonder how professional photographers do. I tried, but the violence seemed to be doing me blocked. How many before me, will be featured here and will treat these people like animals at the zoo?
We enter the province of Brasov. The campaign in this area is barren. Usual flocks. Cows, sheep and several horses. We pass close to several abandoned factories Ceausescu era. We are told that they are left to go to hell for this some high-level speculation, shady deals between party leaders and former politicians. I do not know if it's true, but the mistrust that reigns here against the political class is absolute. Several rivers, all very dirty and overflowing with waste. In the past, exploited to the bone for the production of electricity (which, however, at 7 pm and was off to bed, but that carousel) are now left to their fate of open dumps.
arrive in Bran, in southern Transylvania and Wallachia, where there's is one of the few manors of T ransilvania (contrary to popular belief, there are more These villages and fortified churches that ic Astell blocks) and probably the most visited tourist site in the country. What is Bran castle qualu nque: in fact, is said to have lived Vlad Tepe S the Impaler, known to history as Dracula. It is also clearly untrue, since the castle was for centuries the seat of garrisons that controlled the valley, built in the fourteenth century, when this part of Romania dominated the Anjou of Hungary. Just look at it, perched as it is on a peak, take g them narrow corridors, a glance out of the guard towers are visible from which all communication lines below to realizing it. But that does not matter. People come in droves. At the entrance of the castle many stalls frequented by tourists, that our Romanian hosts looks disgusted (stalls, not tourists) prohibited to buy anything. Do not resist and we beat a t-shirt with the v smile AMPIRE for @ duffogrup . The interior is really beautiful, decorated with some antique furniture dating from the early twentieth if century, when it became one of the residences of monarchs Romanians. Bear skins, game tables, tiled stoves and the complete works of D'Annunzio and finely bound. Here, too, recognize the lines of international nobility d'allora, sorta di mondo chiuso e globalizzato ante litteram. Il negozietto di sou venir del castello è un'accozzaglia di gadget turistici da manuale, quasi tutti incentrati sulla figura di Dracula. Sento una ragazza chiedere, in italiano, ai compagni di viaggio dove sarà possibile trovare un ristorante che faccia la pasta. Adocchio vicino alla cassa un mousepad di Dracula che sarebbe perfetto per un amico. La cassiera capisce l'italiano e un po' lo parlicchia, ma per evitare di essere intercettata dai connazionali in astinenza da carboidrati, mi esprimo in inglese. Il fidanzato mi guarda stranito, ti spiego dopo, dicono le mie eloquenti occhiate.
Sono le 3 passate e in effetti ho fame anch'io. We have grown accustomed to the customs of the place. We find a restaurant. Preceded by a half glass of brandy ritual that serves to open the stomach (as if any were needed) a more hyper-caloric act consisting of layers of polenta, potatoes and goat cheese. This work is augmented by the inevitable sour cream. The wave of enthusiasm also take the cake. It's called papanasi or papanas and is a kind of fried dumplings, served with jam and (guess what '?) Sour cream. We are ready to leave for another mountain resort: Sinaia.
Sinaia. On the way lunch is its effect, and I tend to doze off, so sometimes I take the landscape. Climb. This is one of the most popular mountain resorts in the country, where even the fleeing inhabitants of Bucharest at the weekend. Indeed, there are many holiday homes and holiday tradition and a feeling that here is ancient. I read it on the guide the fortunes of the area dates back to the 800 when it was the summer seat of the court. In winter you can ski. Snow is scheduled for tomorrow, which is not hard to believe because there is just one step. We are just clothes, but the climate is dry, so stand up well. Souvenir stalls along the road, we will run away something for mom. The goal of our journey is the castle of Pele S, a residence with respect to which, if I believe the photos, the castles of Ludwig of Bavaria is an example of sobriety. Reference is made of glass, Orii, mirrors, carvings, stucco decorations precious. Luxury, in fact. Mica idiot Ceausescu to settle his personal residence in 1974. We get that it is the fourth and fifth. The castle closed at 5, normal hours for the museums here, but we do not shine for organization. I am very disappointed, until I find a kiosk selling sesame honey bars and delicious transparent plastic umbrellas. And I console myself. There you also will have to settle for what Wikipedia says .
Bra Ş ov. We feel a bit 'tested the loop, but now that we sin not to visit too fast this town surrounded by woods. Saxon Splendor, good shops, people relaxed strolling among the nineteenth-century buildings in the central square and perfectly restored. I buy a wool hat of a beautiful blue because the current climate is really sharp, near here soon people will come to ski. You can capture the wealth of a city first commercial and then industrial. Around the old town, the blocks (blocks) of working-class neighborhoods where, in 1987, a large workers' revolt against the regime was drowned in blood. It is time to return to the hut Cacova, which tomorrow and the second longest tour in Sibiu. I do a nap, wake me quando si arriva.
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F ă g ă ra ş . Dopo una bella colazione a base di pane, formaggio, salame, insalata russa e altro ancora, partiamo alla volta di F ă g ă ra ş, dove sorg e una delle fortezze ( cetatea ) più grandi della Transilvania. Costruita nel XIV secolo, è stata poi rimaneggiata diverse volte, finché non has assumed its present appearance. The building houses a museum that tells the story and a library. As in many other museums in Romania, you can take pictures, but only or paying a surcharge on the ticket. Very beautiful costumes, the archaeological Paleoliti co, a collection of coins of different ages and medals of honor the p eriod Ceausescu. In the courtyard, a gallows. In the twentieth century, the fortress was used as a prison . In the nearby square, is an Orthodox church under construction with the golden domes. Compared to the size of the town, I feel great, absolutely disproportionate. In front of the yard, to a positive against Romania: public toilets. T anti present, sometimes paid sometimes not, as we do not require you to enter a bar and order something that you do not want to even have the excuse to use the toilet. Bran. Along the road to Bran, we meet one of the usual fatal accidents. Quickly turn the car and take a side street, with deep potholes and stalls selling honey and shepherd's cheese. My stock pads against motion sickness is being sorely tested, but this allows us to cross a number of smaller villages that otherwise would not have seen. In many of these is the "neighborhood" of Gypsies, who live on the margins here and when you look out the window you refer - and rightly - an expression mixed with distrust and curiosity. I can not photograph them, I can not picture anyone on the street. I wonder how professional photographers do. I tried, but the violence seemed to be doing me blocked. How many before me, will be featured here and will treat these people like animals at the zoo?
We enter the province of Brasov. The campaign in this area is barren. Usual flocks. Cows, sheep and several horses. We pass close to several abandoned factories Ceausescu era. We are told that they are left to go to hell for this some high-level speculation, shady deals between party leaders and former politicians. I do not know if it's true, but the mistrust that reigns here against the political class is absolute. Several rivers, all very dirty and overflowing with waste. In the past, exploited to the bone for the production of electricity (which, however, at 7 pm and was off to bed, but that carousel) are now left to their fate of open dumps.
arrive in Bran, in southern Transylvania and Wallachia, where there's is one of the few manors of T ransilvania (contrary to popular belief, there are more These villages and fortified churches that ic Astell blocks) and probably the most visited tourist site in the country. What is Bran castle qualu nque: in fact, is said to have lived Vlad Tepe S the Impaler, known to history as Dracula. It is also clearly untrue, since the castle was for centuries the seat of garrisons that controlled the valley, built in the fourteenth century, when this part of Romania dominated the Anjou of Hungary. Just look at it, perched as it is on a peak, take g them narrow corridors, a glance out of the guard towers are visible from which all communication lines below to realizing it. But that does not matter. People come in droves. At the entrance of the castle many stalls frequented by tourists, that our Romanian hosts looks disgusted (stalls, not tourists) prohibited to buy anything. Do not resist and we beat a t-shirt with the v smile AMPIRE for @ duffogrup . The interior is really beautiful, decorated with some antique furniture dating from the early twentieth if century, when it became one of the residences of monarchs Romanians. Bear skins, game tables, tiled stoves and the complete works of D'Annunzio and finely bound. Here, too, recognize the lines of international nobility d'allora, sorta di mondo chiuso e globalizzato ante litteram. Il negozietto di sou venir del castello è un'accozzaglia di gadget turistici da manuale, quasi tutti incentrati sulla figura di Dracula. Sento una ragazza chiedere, in italiano, ai compagni di viaggio dove sarà possibile trovare un ristorante che faccia la pasta. Adocchio vicino alla cassa un mousepad di Dracula che sarebbe perfetto per un amico. La cassiera capisce l'italiano e un po' lo parlicchia, ma per evitare di essere intercettata dai connazionali in astinenza da carboidrati, mi esprimo in inglese. Il fidanzato mi guarda stranito, ti spiego dopo, dicono le mie eloquenti occhiate. Sono le 3 passate e in effetti ho fame anch'io. We have grown accustomed to the customs of the place. We find a restaurant. Preceded by a half glass of brandy ritual that serves to open the stomach (as if any were needed) a more hyper-caloric act consisting of layers of polenta, potatoes and goat cheese. This work is augmented by the inevitable sour cream. The wave of enthusiasm also take the cake. It's called papanasi or papanas and is a kind of fried dumplings, served with jam and (guess what '?) Sour cream. We are ready to leave for another mountain resort: Sinaia.
Sinaia. On the way lunch is its effect, and I tend to doze off, so sometimes I take the landscape. Climb. This is one of the most popular mountain resorts in the country, where even the fleeing inhabitants of Bucharest at the weekend. Indeed, there are many holiday homes and holiday tradition and a feeling that here is ancient. I read it on the guide the fortunes of the area dates back to the 800 when it was the summer seat of the court. In winter you can ski. Snow is scheduled for tomorrow, which is not hard to believe because there is just one step. We are just clothes, but the climate is dry, so stand up well. Souvenir stalls along the road, we will run away something for mom. The goal of our journey is the castle of Pele S, a residence with respect to which, if I believe the photos, the castles of Ludwig of Bavaria is an example of sobriety. Reference is made of glass, Orii, mirrors, carvings, stucco decorations precious. Luxury, in fact. Mica idiot Ceausescu to settle his personal residence in 1974. We get that it is the fourth and fifth. The castle closed at 5, normal hours for the museums here, but we do not shine for organization. I am very disappointed, until I find a kiosk selling sesame honey bars and delicious transparent plastic umbrellas. And I console myself. There you also will have to settle for what Wikipedia says . 
Bra Ş ov. We feel a bit 'tested the loop, but now that we sin not to visit too fast this town surrounded by woods. Saxon Splendor, good shops, people relaxed strolling among the nineteenth-century buildings in the central square and perfectly restored. I buy a wool hat of a beautiful blue because the current climate is really sharp, near here soon people will come to ski. You can capture the wealth of a city first commercial and then industrial. Around the old town, the blocks (blocks) of working-class neighborhoods where, in 1987, a large workers' revolt against the regime was drowned in blood. It is time to return to the hut Cacova, which tomorrow and the second longest tour in Sibiu. I do a nap, wake me quando si arriva. prima puntata
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