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Published: June 30th 2006
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Me and King Matt
Some people have complained that I havent uploaded a picture of me, so here I am in the main square in Cluj. After Sighisoara, I took a train to Cluj Napoca, hoping that I could take a train from there to Gura Humorului (hard to say) in the North of Romania to see the painted monasteries of Bucovina. I got there around 5:00 and the next train was at 11:00 and got there at 3:45 in the morning. So I decided to stay in Cluj, which is the largest city in Transylvania, I liked it a lot. It doesn't have the medieval stuff in the rest of the region, but it has lots of pretty buildings from the 18th century and a more relaxed city vibe than Bucarest. It was a good place for a pit stop.
An interesting thing I read was that Transylvania was once part of Austria-Hungary, so about 30% of Cluj is Hungarian. The former mayor hated Hungarians, so every bench was painted red, yellow, and blue, the colors of the Romanian flag, and around the statue of the Hungarian king dominating the center, large Romanian flags were put up and a mysterious "Roman ruin" was found at the base, leaving a big hole right in front of the statue.
I got up early the next day,
Voronets Monastery
The strong blue color is said to be made from a material that no longer exists... Either way, the Orthodox frescoes were both beautiful and chilling. the train was a 5 hour trip, to a little logging town in the middle of nowhere. It was the closest to what I think of as "real Romania;" with lots of cows walking down the roads, people who actually don't have stylish shoes, guys in their 40's and over with suspenders and little green hats, and lots of horsecarts. The monasteries were small, built in the 1500's (?) during the wars against the Turks, they are among the most beautiful things I have ever seen, the original frescoes still survive. At the second one, I heard nuns singing and I thought it was quite beautiful. Then I noticed it was coming from a speaker, and I was a little disapointed. Then I went inside, only to see them actually singing with a microphone in front of them, and with a real Orthodox priest with a golden robe and one of those metal balls on a chain, it was something else. It was definitely worth the long trip there and back, it was a taste of real rural Romania.
Okay this stupid Hungarian computer won't let me put on pictures, I'll put them on later.
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Stewart
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I'm so jealous!
What a wonderful place! Wish you would be my tour guide some time. We missed you at the beach, especially little Hallie, who kept asking about Tall Baby...