by I’m writing this from a garden of an apartmenty kind of guest house in Vatra Dornei. I’m making my way through my first can of Beck’s. I’ve just had a chat with the very pleasant lady who owns the place. It’s a beautiful evening. I thank my lucky stars that I’m not in Timișoara where it continues to be inhumanly hot.
I’ve had a nice time away. A quiet time. I stopped in Iași (four nights), then Gura Humorului (two nights). I’m spending three nights here, then I’ll move on to Vișeu de Sus (where they have the narrow-gauge trains), then I’ll make my way home. Somehow. Hopefully.
I’m getting to know Romanian trains pretty well. And monasteries. I’ll write a lot more when I get back.
Today is my brother’s 40th birthday. He’s not a big one for milestone celebrations, but I hope he’s having a few mates round for a barbecue or something simple like that. (Luckily for him, he’s not totally locked down like I was.)
