Sigheta Marmeita

The town of Sigheta Marmeita was a few kilometers up the road from Sapanta, and it offered a couple attractions: the home of writer Elie Wiesel and a bridge to the Ukraine.... Sigheta was infamous after the war as a place where the new communist regime imprisoned and murdered dissidents.

The Elie Wiesel home in Sigheta

More

It now offers tours, but we decided our Romanian was too
 limited...

Wiring in Sigheta; like a lot of other places we
have visited

One or two of the churches downtown

Another

The Palace Cultural

Merry, Merry, Cemetery

Our first goal was Sapanta, in the Marmures, and its "Merry Cemetery."

It's a small village, no campground, no supermarket parking

lot, nothing...so we just parked next to the church and the

cemetery; obviously, the church is being renovated, and I

 figured it would be quiet...

The night was very quiet

But, to our surprise, the church was still in

use, bells pealing Sunday morning, and

amplifiers broadcasting the 2 hour+ morning

Orthodox mass

But we got to see the "Merry Cemetery" where one of the

locals years ago began the tradition of carving and painting

the grave markers, wittily, and always happily; the

tradition continues with his apprentices

The Creatorul, Stan loan Patras, directly

opposite the church entrance

The tire guy, with whom we could relate...

The school teacher

A writer?

And the most intriguing--and photgraphed--

of all

And the mass went on, and on, and on... (mostly to the

 tune of "Car 54, where are you?")

Most of the faithful outside

Patiently

More Marmures Scenes

Scenes driving into the Marmures...

We were struck by the number of very large residences,

most under construction, few actually finished and

inhabited

Even in fairly remote rural areas

We have seen hundreds, perhaps thousands; all of the

same very recent vintage, when Romania entered the

EU and capital apparently flooded in--but not long enough...

These beside more traditional dwellings, each with a front-

yard well and a yard given completely to fruit and vegetable

gardening

Up in the hills, a road-side picnic area

In one of the cities, like Cluj, much defunct heavy industry

and oil (?) pipelines

Ditto

A defunct farm collective out in the countryside, one of

dozens

Great beauty in the churches that are

everywhere

And more unfinished 5,000 square foot mansions

And more wagons...it is a country in transition

On to Romania

Blog post #800 finds us in Sucovita, northern Rumania, Moldavia, seeing our third "painted" monastery in a day, and parking in its visitor parking lot, not far from a restaurant with wifi. We finally got the needed new tires in Budapest, at a place called Automax. So far, so good. We drove on, after stocking up at the nearby Tesco, into Romania. At the border they stamped our passports, noting we were in a motor vehicle. (We'd better be in a motor vehicle when we leave!) We also bought the required vignette for travel on Romanian highways, about $30 for a month. We stopped a bit past Oradea, an unattrative Soviet-bloc industrial town, at a restaurant that offered free parking. A beer brought access to wifi too. The next day we drove on into the Marmures, the mountainous northern region, just south of Ukraine, famous for its wooden churches and continuing peasant life. Below are some scenes from the road...

Our first night in Romania; northern Romania has few--

possibly no--campgrounds; fortunately, wild camping is

tolerated; especially if you clear it with the proprietors and

buy a beer or dinner

Alas, it was only the next morning that we discovered we

had parked nearby a business that traffics in the gnome cult;

the gnome cult knows no boundaries, no borders

Romanians are renowned as the worst drivers in Europe,

the highest accident rate and the highest mortality rate;

despite the fact few own cars; here's the third auto junk

yard we saw the next morning, nearly all the wrecks

front-enders; this was the best-organized junk dealer I

have seen...

These are Romanian hay-stacks, all organized around

central poles; we have dubbed them "Vlad the Impaler"

style; we have seen tens of thousands more in the last

few days

Hotel Montana

Isvorul Crisului, aka "Souvenir Village" a

little town approaching the Marmures that

is lined, both sides, with little tourist

trinket shops

Goes on perhaps a mile or more; one of the things we have

learned is that, at least in this region, all the villages and

town go on a mile or more, generally more, since they

simply line the highway, with no side-streets or

off-shoots; this means you'll have a 3-mile village,

followed by, another 1000 feet, another 3-mile village;

consequently, if you abide by the laws, going is very

slow, in our case, averaging about 35 mph; we are clearly

the only vehicle in Romania that abides by the laws; these

people will pass you going uphill on a blind curve, in rain,

in areas congested not only by other cars but also horse-

drawn wagons, bicycles, pedestrians; we are driving very

defensively

We expected to see horse-drawn wagons occasionally;

they are everywhere, even in some of the cities

Ditto

Entering Cluj Napoca, another big city, not

attractive to our eyes

Back out in the countryside, nearly every

house has a painted metal Jesus

Ditto; the painted metal Jesus business must

be very good

Miscellaneous Budapest

A few more pix from Budapest, which we have enjoyed immensely.

We stayed at Camping Haller, virtually downtown Pest, a

couple tram stops from the Danube; free showers, free wifi,

every 4th night free; free washers, but no dryers (which

gave me the opportunity to walk some distance through

the working-class neighborhoods--twice--to the laundromat)

Subway sign for hi-def TV (we think); still processing this

one...but you can see how difficult it is for us to follow

anything in the language

Non-conformist hotel

A wall near the Castle; the Russians besieged Budapest for

some months in 1944; the bullet and shell holes here were

preserved...

Eastern-bloc T-bird

"Oh, shit! Where's my arrow?!"

Much later: we bought this train for Penelope in Budapest
at a store called Two TeddyBears Toygallery (Ket Macko
Jatekgaleria) 

Europe's Oldest Underground Railroad

Another part of the interest of Andrassy Ut is that below it runs Europe's oldest underground railway--subway--still Budapest's line #1

It's only 15 feet beneath the boulevard

Heroes' Square station

Interior--everything down-scaled

Tiny little cars (by contemporary standards)

Leather straps to hang on to, just like in the olden days

Two tiny little cars; but a treat to see and ride!

PS:  In our eight days in Budapest, we have ridden a variety of buses, trams, and subways, all over town, sometimes 6 or 8 in a day. It's a very good transportation system. The most remarkable thing, however, is that here, unlike every other city we have visited, the locals unfailingly offer you their seat, no matter whether it's a long haul or short. Vicki never had to stand on any of our (sometimes long) rides. I have no idea whether it's a senior thing or a visitor thing or a gender thing, but Budapest residents have it perfected.