After the detailed tour of Sarmizegetusa, Dr. Constantin offered to give a lift to Isaac and myself to Deva. He said that there was a fine 13th century citadel, which we would probably like to see, and that we could easily get a train from there to Braşov, our next destination. He had grown up in the region, in fact had been a shepherd himself, part of the distinctive subculture of “mountain men“ of Hunedoara, He had an intimate knowledge of the area’s history, geology, agriculture, and society. Read more »
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Monday, May 14, 2007 — Dacians, Romans and Dictators
Sunday, May 13, 2007 — Sarmizegetusa
We had two short rides from our camping spot, one from a doctor, another from a salesman from Hunedoara who was delivering a door to a villager. The door was tied to the roof of his Dacia [which is really a Renault, with a different body]. The door turned out to be the wrong one, which resulted in a long discussion about the accuracy of the sales catalog. I was surprised at how easy it was to pick up the general sense of a conversation in Romanian, which is as obviously of Latin derivation as Italian or Spanish. In fact, apart from the oddity of hearing the Slavic loan word “da” for “yes” used repeatedly, often in strings (“da-da-da!”), it sounded a lot like Italian. This would prove very useful. In a pinch, I found that I could make a stab at guessing a Romanian word by calling up an Italian word and replacing the ending with “u” or “e”, and the listener could usually guess what I was driving at. Read more »
Saturday, May 12, 2007 — Dogs and Sheep
In the morning, I did what I could to practice Magyar with people, including the owner of the Panzion, and it was to prove useful to us over the next few days. On the edge of town, there was a cramped little store where I bought toilet paper. It seemed to be patronized exclusively by the Roma, who were gathered around it with their horse carts, chatting and bargaining, perhaps trading in horses (for some were unhitched, and were being closely examined). I heard some Romani, but they appeared to be mostly conversing in Magyar. Romanian toilet paper comes in hideous pink colour and has the texture of roofing tiles.
When we felt that our obligations in Valea lui Mihai were completed, we started to hitch-hike again. Our next destination was the ruins of the ancient Dacian capital at Sarmizegetusa. This is rather high in the Southern Carpathian mountains. Between us and this area is a region of rugged, but lower mountains and plateaus, heavily forested. Read more »
Thursday, May 10, 2007 — To the Land Beyond the Woods
Our attempt to hitch-hike out of Prague was a disaster. We had selected a spot, with Filip’s advice, which by the logic of hitching should have been fine. However, it turned out to be torn up with construction. The only practical spot to hitch was high up on a ramp with only moderate traffic. We waited an hour and a half before getting a lift from two young women, who took us a few kilometers, to a service station. This should have been perfect, because it was the last station serving outbound traffic towards Brno. There was a steady stream of traffic, and a spot that looked ideal. Read more »
Tuesday, May 8, 2007 — Three Bottles of Red Wine
I was met at the airport by Isaac and Lourdes, who is Filip’s partner. We then picked up Filip from his work (he works in the film industry). We headed directly to the heart of the Old City (Josefov / Praha 1). Filip was eager to feed us a very traditional Bohemian meal, and we were equally eager to eat one. For me, this was a Bohemian-style goulash, quite different from the Hungarian, and for Isaac it was a cutlet in sweet peppercorn sauce. Both were accompanied by wondrous dumplings, which Filip instructed us not to eat “like and American”, i.e., as if they were pieces of bread. They are properly to be cut and eaten with a fork, like potatoes. Read more »
Friday, May 4, 2007 — Whitechapel; Bookshop; Battersea
These are some notes on rambling in the U.K. that didn’t make it into previous postings:
Battesea Power Station
In London, I chanced to come near the massive bulk of the old Battersea Power Station. This huge structure is familiar to anyone who has a copy of Pink Floyd’s Animals, where it’s used in the cover art. Now it’s in the process of being torn down. For once, I deeply regretted not having a camera with me. I will not be able to find any photographs of it in this particular stage of demolition, where it looks like a diplodocus, supine and partially dismembered by a T‑rex. Read more »
Thursday, May 3, 2007 — Go Down, Moses, Way Down In Egypt Land…
There’s a time in every journey when things don’t go well. Usually, some small event presages the coming trouble, as comets were said to forewarn of the Black Death.
In my case, the omen occurred back in Wiltshire. I was afoot on the Marlborough Downs, trekking between Silbury Hill and a cluster of minor burial mounds on a hilltop, well away from the road. I chanced upon a spring, and desiring some coffee to brace me in the cold wind, I made a tiny smudge fire (contained in my own steel pan, to prevent any scarring of the land). I boiled a small amount of water, and poured it through a piece of filter paper that wrapped a lump of Italian espresso, as I had done many times before in the Canadian bush. It’s a crude system, but it provides an acceptable cup of coffee. When the process was finished, I lifted up the sodden filter in one hand, and it was torn from my fingers by a sudden gust of wind. The mess landed on my open notebook. About a dozen pages were soaked with hot water and coffee grounds. As I attempted to remove them from the binder, yet another gust of wind tore the soggy sheets from the binder and scattered them. They were, I believed, only a few scribbled sketches, of little importance. Read more »
Wednesday, May 2, 2007 — The Golden Boy of Pye
Back in London (or Llundain, in Welsh), and I headed back to Camden Town, hoping to get a spot in the same “cheap” (by London standards) hostel. This proved successful, and I left my pack in storage while I spent another day exploring the city.
I had determined that the only cost-effective way of traveling in London is to buy a day pass for the bus system, and stay out of the costly Underground entirely. Buses move slowly, but once you figure it out, the spaghetti-like maze of routs is actually quite rationally planned. And from the top of double-deckers, you see a lot, and get a chance to orient yourself that the “tube” does not provide. Read more »
Tuesday, May 1, 2007 — Crown and Parliament
I heard some good music (Ivo Evans Band; The Enormous Sizes) at a pub called The End, in a not-very-prosperous part of Cardiff not far from the University. I felt more comfortable there than at the Pen & Wig, the reputed hangout of Science Fiction fans in the city. I popped into that one, briefly, but it looked a bit expensive for me, and no one I saw gave off the tell-tale signs of SF fandom. I felt more comfortable at The End, where I could afford a couple of pints, and I seemed to fit in with the clientele.