Don't Cry for Me, Romania...I'm in a Hotel

21 April 2009

Last night was the promised bush camp—up a dodgy dirt road into a dinky little village called Borozel, somewhere between the crappy Romanian border and Turda...gave a local a can of beer and a t-shirt in exchange for use of his field, then realized it was in fact not his field. The boys played a soccer game with some local ten year olds (who both beat them and stopped for cigarette breaks). David's first organized game of soccer ever, apparently.

Had to wear the pink headtorch to go up the lane for a wee...the She-Wee has come into it's own, making me the envy of the girls. Sleeping was good, barring the packs of wild dogs. Spent this morning driving up to a valley called Cheile, well known for walking trails and great natural beauty. Unsurprisingly, I stayed behind to read and sleep in the sun. I'm sure it was nice. Ask David; he went. The campground planned for tonight is in fact closed until June, so we've been rewarded with our first night in a hotel, the Rex, with it's sachets of Head & Shoulders and blessed hot water. Pizza for supper, all of $3 for an enormous pizza all to me. Yay for Romania.