On this part of the journey, we travelled from west of Sibui in Romania to a little village called Saliste, which we came across, while having a little wander from the main road to Bucharest.
Sibui had a large Germanic population at one time and though, many had emigrated back to Germany, a lot of the street signs are still in both languages.
The room, though itself clean, pleasant and secure, was situated in a building that was a basic undecorated frame of concrete and timber. The entrance had the most amazing view of the mountains and a fully functioning industrial timber yard with animals freely roaming around, which was part of the same complex. Thank God it was Sunday, eh!
The people we met in the pub/shop across the road were cool and we got conversing in a broken, sign language based dialogue, (and beer lubrication) straight away. We got talking to Miha and Catalina who could act as translator for everybody
They didn't do food, so we were going to buy food from the shop and do self catering. But after taking my guitar in to the bar and singing a few songs we were treated to an, us' exclusive meal with localy caught trout, home made goats cheese and a maize based filler and they wouldn't take any money for anything. I gave a small boy a Newcastle shirt and I was rewarded with a Steaua Bucarest shirt from Nico.
Multumesc Saliste
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