Traveller in Romania: Find the doors to the skies, the spectacular autumnal hairpins and the barber of the forest
Traveller in Romania: Find the doors to the skies, the spectacular autumnal hairpins and the barber of the forest
The road awaits us
We don’t want any delays, we have a quick bite on the side of the road, a cappuccino at a gas station and then we keep eating up the miles towards our destination, the town where I know I will soon meet the family that I haven’t seen in few years. And still, there is time to notice how our senses change to the views on our road.
The tight hairpins bordered by the trees with yellow and brown leaves telling us that autumn arrived in Romania. Then suddenly in front of us a weird machine, which we call ‘the barber’ of the forest, and it trims away the long branches.
The skies rolling down on the world and resting above the mountain and building a throne for the gods. Maybe the curious gods will search for a pass to step down on the earth and maybe they also want to meet us in our travel.
The medieval fortress as it stands there since the 13th century. There is nothing much left of it but it brings memories of legends with knights in shinning armours. But the walls are not just a legend, the fortress is still here for us to see it, and it looks so proud in its complete separation from the rest of the world. I wonder if you can wipe away its seclusion by acknowledge it.
It’s not just a citadel, it’s the place where your soul feel can go and visit the long gone past.
The road from Bucharest to Targu Mures has everything that you need to enchant your travel, and you start paying attention to your breathing. The breathing along these roads becomes mindful without knowing it.
A deep breathe in, and the skies come down to you. Then the hairpin is so tight you can take a shortcut and step from one to the next one. And you let a slow breath out when that happens.
The hairpins that stick together, like the breaths in and out, and like the gods with the people and like the past with the present.
And that was the road from Bucharest to Targu Mures.
They are all there and if you want to find them – you can!
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