Saying goodbye to Alex
Bus to Turda
Bus again with some help
Finding a pension
Walk to buy a bag
More free cake!
Will try to keep it short today, as it really was not that interesting.
Alex drove us to the bus station before work (probably making him late again this morning!) and we were glad he did. It is a fair way away. Still, this is above and beyond anything we expected. We only wanted the couch, and got much more.
The bus took us to Turda, about 60km or so, it wasn’t bad, and the countryside is nice green rolling hills with small rivers and towns.
Arriving at Turda, we were standing at the bus station trying to work out which way the town centre was. Driving in, the town looks quite large. A Romanian guy came up to ask (we assume) if we were OK. He was very helpful, and tried to tell us where pensions, hotels and privates where. Also the main attraction in town. The Salt Mine. Telling us to follow him, he took us to another bus stop, for the local bus this time. The bus was arriving, so we had to run with our decrepit bags, but we made it, and waved our helpful man goodbye. At the right stop, the driver waived us forward and pointed out the road. That was nice.
Following the road, we were cursing, as there must have been a place to stay closer. Anna’s bag lost its wheel, and my handle needs another repair job, so it was not an easy walk. At the end of the road we were at the entrance to the Salt mine. Now swearing at our helpful man! We met a woman though, that had a place to stay. It was a little room above a shop. Pretty bad, there was a mattress on the ground, and an uncomfortable looking sofa bed.
This was on offer for 60Lei We thought this must be a mistake, and re-confirmed the price. If it was 6 Euro, we would do it. No, it was 60 lei. So we walked over to where there was a big pension sign for 60, it was closed. Another woman wanted to help us, but did not know exactly where the place she was recommending was. Or couldn’t get us to understand at least. Trying one more, we found a great place. A friendly woman, and a nice place. 70 Lei. It is more than worth the extra 10 lei…
After settling in, we had to replace at least one of the bags. This meant walking all the way back into town. Town is really not as big as we thought. We are only about a kilometre away from down town. Finding one (cheep and nasty), we gave it a test walk back to where we were staying. It survived the trip empty, so there is hope. On arriving back, we discovered it was our host’s mother’s birthday! It was being celebrated with all the family. The up-shoot of this is that we were given a plate of delicious cake!
Off again, for another long walk through town. This time to go to an old Roman fortress on a hill just out of town. The walk was more interesting than the site, as there is not very much left behind. Just the outlines of the camp itself and a few buildings surrounding it. Mostly covered in cement to protect it.
We wandered around for a while, trying to rebuild the fort in our mind. Hard to do in nice fields full of wild flowers and poppies. It was built about 106AD while the Dacians were still around. The Dacians were the original inhabitants of the region, and this camp was filled with Macedonian troops to help conquer the region.
On our way back we passed a massive building. All ornate with columns and a massive ornate roof. Taking a couple of photos, someone came running out of a nearby house demanding money for the photos. We deleted one of them, to make her happy, but it didn’t, so we just walked off. Very confused about this, we asked our friendly host when we got back. It turned out to be a Roma (Gypsy) house, and the man that built it is now in Gaol for illegally obtaining the funds to build it. She was a bit surprised that someone had hit us up for money though.
On the side, how could you be so dumb to build such a building that stands out with stolen money and not expect to get caught?