Camp like a baby

Not sure about you, but sleeping in a tent in an unknown territory makes me a bit, just a bit, nervous, but boy, I did sleep well, with small breaks, till well past 9:30 in the morning. I was on such a nice hill that I did not feel like having to rush to leave, so it was closer to noon when I took off.

I continued my trip through the "Irish" countryside, somehow taking a completely untraveled road in midst of wheat fields, it was a slow going forward, but with a rewarding panorama. The five dogs that appeared out of nothing were meaner and more determined than the others, I was already thinking about the hospital to visit with a bleeding calf when their master appeared, quite confused what the heck I was doing there, but at least he ordered the dogs off me.

Being back in civilized territory, I reached the town of Blaj (or Balazsfalva in Hungarian). A town carrying my name had to be nice - and this was really the case. It was well-kept and some beautiful buildings and churches. Go to the search engine of your choice and take a look. There I had a rather blunt pizza in a restaurant, which boasted free WiFi, it was free, but wasn't working.

From Blaj I headed south, going where hardly any cars go, an the road was surprisingly well-kept, except for the villages, where they were outright horrible. The countryside was rural - and at least where I went through, the agriculture is all manual labor: you see old people working on the fields, with the produce of the day being transported off on horse carriages. When I was little, horse carriages were common in Hungary, nowadays, you hardly see any; this is quite different in Romania. I climbed and climbed, then came one heck of a downhill ride, which was also very scenic. I took a picture of a shepherd with his sheep, he cried out when he saw his digital picture on the camera.

I then was back on the main road, with a lot of traffic, right next to a highway under construction, which was supposed to be ready by April 17th, 2013, according to the sign. Looking at where they were, April 17th, 2113 seems more reasonable.

Then came Miercurea Sibiului (Szerdahely), hosting a German (Saxon) church from the 15th century - absolutely worth a visit if you're there. Then it was yet again uphill, on a small road towards Jina. I lost count of the dog chases, however, the road was super steep, especially the lack of pavement made it a challenge. I found a B&B, not knowing that a huge downpour was on the way, but then I was safe and sound in my room. I tried reading an article, something about quantum computing, but dozed off during the fourth paragraph.