So we drove on up the valley, into another, up more of some of the worst roads I have ever driven...wheel-sized potholes, lane-engulfing wash-outs, hair-pin after hair-pin; plus crazy Romanian drivers, trucks, maxibuses, tour buses, horse-carts, donkey-carts, packs of feral dogs, etc. The usual. I can't say I am getting used to it. Still, it's better than the road-rage of my homeland, where you could easily be shot for driving safely. At length, we are at a lay-by at the very foot of Poienari Fortress, Vlad Tepes' 15th century castle. I will climb the 1500 steps up to it tomorrow morning.
The most amazing thing is--you can not imagine in what a remote place we are presently, deep in a canyon, the southern terminus of the Transfagarason Road (look it up), miles from nowhere--Vicki turns on her computer, and,
voila, connects with the pension/restaurant way back down the road. The place is incredible...
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Along the way, some awful river pollution; pretty typical
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Old regime province marker; probably what Saruman had
in mind when designing Orthanc, the Tower at Isengard
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Hay-ride
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Vlad Tepes' Poienari Fortress
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Vicki below it
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