"Can I get across the Bulgarian-Romanian border by bus or foot?"
"No," he nodded.
Huh?
"So, the only way to go to Bucharest is by train?" I tried to confirm.
He shook his head from side to side and said, "Yes."
Not globalized enough
Just when you think we've globalized, you find out that Bulgarians never got the memo that nodding is the universal signal for "YES" and that shaking your head means "NO."
That's right. Bulgarians do the opposite. This is confusing.
For example, I entered a restaurant and asked a waitress if I could see the menu. She shook her head and walked away.
Shocked by her rudeness, I turned around to leave.
She cried out, "Wait! I bring!"
"I'm sorry," I told her, "It's just that you seemed to say 'no.'"
"I know! I understand. I meant yes!" she said.
This made me wonder if Bulgaria has more date rape cases than the average country. After all, it's a country where no means yes.
Border issues
Tip to all you world trekkers: You cannot cross the Romanian/Bulgarian border by foot. I tried, but they wouldn't let me through.
I had to go back to train station in Ruse, Bulgaria. Frustrated, I put my sleeping pad on a table, pulled out my sleeping bag, and feel asleep in the cold train station. Bassam, a Jordanian stomach doctor living in Romania, slept on a nearby bench. Bassam told me to contact him in Suceava, if I go. We woke up at 3:30AM to take the train to Bucharest, Romania's capital.
Although I didn't see the whole country, it's hard to go wrong in this enchanting and underrated region. Here's a map.
Bucharest is a poor man's Paris
I know it's sacrilegious to say this, but Bucharest reminded me of Paris. It's a big city with tons of monuments and old buildings everywhere you look. It has wide, tree-lined boulevards and glorious Belle Epoque buildings throughout.
I found out after I left that it's not a coincidence that Bucharest reminds me a Paris. In the late 19th century, the French and French-trained architects completely remodeled Bucharest. They even copied the Triumphal Arch on a boulevard longer that Paris' famed Champs-Elysees.
Of course, Bucharest needs a good scrubbing and many more snobs if they really want to compete with Paris. Nevertheless, on your next European trip, skip the arrogant Frogs and go to Bucharest. From there head to the best part of Romania: Transylvania.
Terror in Transylvania
If you fear vampires, avoid Romania. Yes, Transylvania really exists. And I dove into the heart of the region.
What started the hysteria?
The evil prince Vlad Tepes ruled part of Romania in the mid 15th century. He got the name Tepes (meaning "Impaler") because he loved to impale his enemies. He would carefully drive a wooden stake through the victim's backbone without touching any key nerves, ensuring at least 48 hours of conscious suffering before death.
Vlad's father was Vlad Dracul, a knight of the Order of the Dragon. They nicknamed Prince Tepes "Son of the Dragon" or more simply "Dracula".
It shouldn't be called the Medieval period, but the FullyEvil period.
Everybody wants the vampires
In 1916 Romania really wanted Transylvania, which was part of the Austro-Hungarian empire (Hungarians reminded me of this every five minutes).
Why did Romania want Transylvania? Because 60% of who lived there were Romanians (sounds like the expansionist Albanians doesn't it?). They won the war and now had a "Greater Romania." At least until the Nazis slapped them around and made them give Transylvania back to Hungary. It's pretty funny seeing all these guys fighting so hard over a bunch of vampires.
Romania agreed to help Hitler and liquidated 400,000 Romanian Jews and 36,000 Roma (Gypsies). Suddenly in August 1944 Romania switched sides, thereby saving its independence and shortening the war.
The Soviets muscled in to give Transylvania back to Romanians again! Can imagine life for these poor vampires living there? They had to change their passports every couple of years. At least they can become bats and fly away.
Evil creatures
Speaking about evil creatures, Nicoloe Ceausescu was just bad. This heavy spending megalomaniac ran Romania into the ground after nearly 35 years. His greatest blunder was exporting Romania's food to finance his idiotic projects. In late 1989 the country was starving.
The fool and his power hungry wife tried to address the Bucharest crowd on December 21, 1989 but were booed so bad that he begged the military to crush the protests. The next day the moron and his wife tried again, but this time they had to escape in a helicopter. The military caught up to them, took them to a base, and on Christmas Day gave the entire country a much deserved present: they executed both of these jackasses by firing squad.
The 2nd biggest building in the world
One of Ceausecu's insane projects was building "The House of the People". It's ENORMOUS. In fact, it's the second biggest building in the world. (The US Pentagon is the biggest.)
Ceaucsecu bulldozed numerous historic structures (including 26 churches and 7,000 homes) to make space for his 3,100 room palace. This guy was a nut. He had 20,000 workers and 700 architects working three shifts over five years to complete the structure.
Of course, a small picture doesn't really give you a feeling of the size. Trust me, it's B-I-G.
Peles castle
My first stop in Transylvania was Peles ("Pelesh") Castle. The summer residence of the Romanian King. It's the best castle I've seen in Eastern Europe.
Too bad they don't let people tour the upper floors. They say it's because the wood floors won't handle the pounding of all the visitors like the first floor's stone floors. That's fine, but then why did they spend all that money to remodel the upper floors? Idiots.
This Oxford educated Asian man asked during the tour was surprised to find out that Romania is no longer a monarchy. (Hasn't been one since 1947.) See, Americans aren't the only ignorant ones!
Over Transylvanian Alps
As this map shows, the majestic Carpathian Mountains form a backwards "C" in Romania. I'd love to thru-hike them. Transylvania is smack in the middle.
To avoid back tracking, I went from Busteni and hiked over the Transylvanian Alps to descend onto Dracula's Castle in Bran.
Whenever I've backpacked in Eastern Europe, I've stashed most of gear so I can travel light and fast. But since I wasn't doing a loop, I had to take EVERYTHING with me. For once I was grateful that I had lost nearly half my gear during this trip. My two backpacks were still heavy as I lumbered up the 2nd highest peak of Romania.
I had a bean and sausage soup with two nice plastic surgeons at the highest hut in Romania on Mt. Omul (which means "Mt. Human"). With just a 4 hours of daylight left, I had to boogie to get below the tree line and camp (without a tarp).
The spooky cabin
The daylight had nearly vanished when I got below the tree line and spotted a half finished cabin. OK, that's a generous description. It reminded me of the cabin at the end of the Blair Witch movie.
It was dark and dusty. I only had a pathetic red LED to light my way. The wooden floors creaked. There were several openings on both levels for anything to enter. I hadn't seen anyone in hours. The cabin appeared empty, although a spider raced across the floor. I was in Transylvania. Dracula's castle was just down the mountain. This was creepy.
I lay down on the cold, dust covered floor and eventually feel asleep. But then something woke me up in the dead of the night.
I awoke to the sound of something chewing on either my sleeping pad or sleeping bag. It was as if it was making it's way to my flesh.
My food was on my left side. This thing was clawing on my right. Could it be a bat? Will it go for my neck? Is this a dream? Or am I already dead?
Not knowing the size of the creature, I swatted at it. I hit the ground with a dull thud.
The chewing stopped.
I couldn't see anything. I didn't have my glasses. Even if I did, it was so dark that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face.
I fumbled for my red LED. I reached for my glasses. The air in the room was deathly cold.
I finally turned on the light. I could see my breath in the chilling air.
I scanned around.
Nothing.
Was it a bat? A rat? A vampire?
I'll never know.
Visiting Dracula's castle
The next morning I touched my neck. It felt normal. I packed up and took off in the freezing weather. Frost covered the grass.
I finally came to Dracula's Castle, Bran Castle.
It's kinda disappointing that most historians believe that Dracula (Vlad Tepes) may not have stayed here for long (if at all).
And it doesn't compare to Peles Castle, which has a much nicer interior than Bran's.
But it was still cool to see Dracula's Bazar and Skeleton's Tavern. But I still didn't have evidence of Dracula, so I kept pursuing him in...
Brasov
Brasov, a medieval Saxon town surrounded by verdant Transylvanian hills, is one of Romania's most visited places. It has the prettiest square I've seen since the Czech Republic.
But still no Dracula. I know, I'll go where he was born...
Sigishoara: highlight in Romania
Like Brasov, Sighisoara is a Saxon medieval town surrounded by hills in Transylvania. But it is more beautiful and less hyped than Brasov, and has a greater amount of perfectly preserved medieval buildings. But what drew me was that within the walls of the medieval citadel lies Dracula's House, in which Vlad Tepes was born in 1431 and reputedly lived until the age of four. It is now a bar and restaurant. Not sure if fresh blood in on the menu.
I arrived late, so I decided to tempt Dracula for the second night in a row. I climbed to the top of Sighisoara, up a dark covered staircase with 172 steps, and camped without a tarp in the cold, damp air next to a Gothic Church. I lay in wait. I only heard the rustling of the leaves.
Although Dracula didn't suck my blood or even stop and say hi, I loved this little town.
Meeting Attila
Some friendly high school students helped me on the train from Sighisoara to Cluj-Napoca. Even though they had 1st class tickets, they sat with me in the lowly 2nd class seats to keep me company.
After they split, a blonde man with a pony tail left his seat and sat next to me, "It's boring over where I'm sitting and I heard you speaking English. I'm Attila, can I join you?"
I talked with Attila for 2 hours. Despite being stolen from and beaten up by some Roma (gypsies), he's still willing to give them a chance. This is an unusually open minded attitude for a Romanian. Most are very prejudiced against the gypsies (Roma) who are ever present around bus and train stations, begging for money.
Cluj was a beautiful city. Back in Bucharest I had asked a woman named Corina for directions. She was quiet helpful and she offered to tour me around Cluj with her boyfriend. When I finally made it to Cluj, she came though and the three of us had a great night on the town.
They accompanied me to the late night train to Suceava. I was going to meet Bassam, my Jordian stomach doctor. Unfortunately, Bassam's phone was always busy, so we never connected. Maybe he had indigestion.
Painted monasteries
UNESCO and Lonely Planet rave about the painted monasteries of Southern Bucovina. But I was disappointed. They're nice but I preferred the well maintained Rila Monastery in Bulgaria. The Romanian monasteries need a new paint job.
But one thing is common between the Bulgaria monasteries and Romanian monasteries: the monks are assholes.
It's sad that these ambassadors of God are so rude and unfriendly. I know they're swamped with tourists, but that's no excuse, Mr. Holy Man.
The nuns are nicer though. Fortunately, the Romanian locals are super friendly.
Trail magic sends me back to school
I left Suceava and headed to the university town of Iasi ("Yashi"). At the bus station to the train station two guys named Andrei were extremely helpful (and spoke excellent English too). They invited me to join their classmates during late night train ride to Iasi. We had a wonderful time and at the end one of the Andreis said I could crash in his dorm room.
Like good college kids, we stayed out until 3AM hanging out with some coeds. I crashed on Andrei's floor in my cozy sleeping bag.
Andrei, a chemistry major, skipped his morning class. However, I joined him in his 11AM physics class. This would be my first college-level physics class. And certainly my first class in Romanian.
I don't think I would have understood anything even if it were taught in English. But the stern, fat, old Romanian teacher made it especially tough. Students don't talk. They just take notes all class. It's bad form to not be writing. So I wrote a list called, "The Top 10 Things the Teacher Says During Sex."
Such Top 10 Lists were popular when I was at Harvard Business School. Since I'm sure you're curious, here's a few excerpts of my list:
- "Hey, I don't like the 38.7 degree angle! Go back to 38.6!!!"
- "Wow, the last time that I had sex was 5.3 x 10th power days ago."
- "O = MC2!!!" (Orgasm = Mass Cock Squared)
I passed the list around, which elicited a few chuckles.OK, so it was pretty sophomoric behavior, but I was hanging out with sophomores so I felt justified.
After class, the Andreis gave me a tour of the lovely Iasi.
It was hard to leave. After all, I was fulfilling one of my fantasies: being a college student and not have any homework. But alas, I boarded the bus to Moldova.
No longer completely illiterate
Romania was a pleasure because for the first time in nearly 5 months I wasn't illiterate. Their language is Latin based. It's sounds like the
inventor was an Italian living in Russia. They say, "Da" to mean "Yes." But they also say things things like:
"La revedere" - which reminds me of "arrivaderci" or "au revoir" (i.e., "Goodbye")
"Scuzati-mã" - like "scuzi" in Italian or "excuse me."
"Bunã seara" - "Bonna Sera" in Italian or "Good evening."
"Unde este un hotel" - Where is a hotel?
"Pot plãti în monedã localã?" - Can I pay with local currency?
"Unde este biroul pentru bagaje de mânã?" - Where is the left-luggage room?
See, it's fun! What a relief it is to finally understand a few things naturally.
Romanian is the only Latin language in Eastern Europe, as the others generally have a Slavonic origin. Like most of Eastern Europe Romania was part of the Roman Empire. But the tough Romanians resisted the Slavic invaders throughout the ages and stubbornly held onto their language. So they're an island of Latin in Eastern Europe.
Before you get too cocky and think it's easy, try reading this:
"O noua controversa, de putini anticipata modul de ortografiere a monedei unice risca sa umbreasca semnarea Constitutiei UE, eveniment care urmeaza sa aiba loc la Roma, la 29 octombrie. UE a stabilit la inceputul anilor '90 ca moneda unica euro va trebui ortografiata la fel, in orice stat membru. Iata insa ca acum, dupa aderarea, in luna mai, a noi zece state membre, apar dispute legate de transcrierea monedei, chiar daca unele dintre tarile care au obiectii inca nu au trecut la euro. Problema ortografierii monedei a aparut cu cateva saptamani in urma, in timp ce translatorii lucrau la textul final al Constitutiei UE."
They're talking bringing the Euro to Romania, but that's about all I know.
Also, the spoken language is much more tricky to follow than the written one. Nevertheless, traveling is Romania is relatively easy thanks to an abundance of friendly people. To hear the language.
Journey's end is near
I've been using the Lonely Planet "Eastern Europe" guidebook. It's a thick and heavy tome, so after I exit a country I rip out its section and throw it away. Today my guidebook is extremely thin. This means my Eastern European adventure is drawing to a close.
I'm a bit sad, but happy to have learned about this part of the world so that I can explore new parts soon.
I'm sure you're happy because you'll stop getting long emails from me that you feel slightly guilty for only skimming.
Three countries left to see in three weeks: Moldova, Ukraine, and Turkey.
October 15, 2004
