First Day in Romania

After my pretty decent ride into Brasov, Romania, I then had to wait 3 hours for the next bus to Fagaras. A guy offered me a taxi for 20 euros (SO kind) but I declined and instead paid about £1.50 for my bus. H, my host in Romania, rang me and arranged to be at the bus stop when I got there so I was safely picked up and escorted to the farm.

There, I was met with 20 dogs (mostly chained up due to their balls not being cut off and therefore the frequent tendency to rip each other's throats out) and a stable full of horseys as well as some gypo woman doing the chores. I was fed, watered and then jumped on a horse to go exploring. A few hours later, legs feeling like I'd spent a night in an Amsterdam whorehouse, I disembarked and we sat down for some beers. A truly welcome accompaniment to a heavy day.

The gypos keep asking H in Romanian whether my hair is real. And that they want it. I hope they don't steal it in my sleep.