The first day back on the road after a brief interlude of buffet breakfasts and silky sheets can be a little difficult, especially when it looks like rain. As we wheeled out of the Hotel Anna parking lot Tara was more than a little wistful. I was mostly excited for another round of cave-hunting. Thankfully we managed to avoid the rain and it didn't take long to get back into our groove.
The sun came out as we pedaled through yet more of the captivating Romanian landscapes we've come to know and love: green fields and hills, rivers, woods, wells everywhere and pastures aplenty. Old people tilling their earth, shepherds tending their flocks, dogs running around everywhere. A world teaming with simple, respectable, down to earth living.
We encountered some odd characters today, both noting that people seem to be getting a little weirder as we move eastward. For example, we passed a few men sitting by the side of the road this afternoon with dark, craggy faces, weathered clothes and eyes transfixed in thousand yard stares. Our hellos and bun?s were met with silence, their faces not even registering the slightest bit of recognition that we'd spoken to them.
In fact their faces showed nothing at all. They were devoid of body language of any kind, sitting entirly motionless. It wasn't as though they were being unfriendly either, they were just …vacant, as though occupying a different space and time. One of them was so ominous to Tara that she gave him a good five-foot berth while she passed. Maybe these are the steely gazes we were warned to expect everywhere? I feel doubtful.
Not far from our destination in the town of Polvragi we heard a great flapping racket and pulled over to investigate. There, on the side of the road, we witnessed a gaggle of geese quacking and honking and flailing around in a whirlwind of fury.
This guy was stuck behind a fence and clearly none-too-pleased about his inability to join in squabble. When I tried to snap his picture through the slats of his wooden barrier, he hissed violently at me, tongue lolling out of his open mouth as he ran towards the fence, head weaving around like a lunatic. Whoa. I didn't even know geese could hiss. By the time I pulled out our recorder, the racket had died down. I did manage to capture a hiss though!
It is good to be back on the road, meeting interesting animals, cave hunting, playing hide-and-seek, cooking in the wilderness, climbing trees and camping in a tent with the love of my life. How are these my days? I can hardly fathom it at times. The countless hours of planning and what felt like endless hours of work to make this happen have been repaid overflowing.