We already established that the RON are very pretty, but with how much of the cheerfully colored banknotes do you have to part if you want to spend some time in the Romanian capital?
Earlier on we promised you a picture post in case we managed to capture the architectural whimsy of Bucharest. One of the things worth knowing about Bucharest architecture: Bucharest used to be called “Paris of the East” or “Little Paris”. War and earthquakes destroyed some of it, and sometimes in the 1980s, Ceaușescu had the idea of re-designing the whole thing, so he tore down whole districts in order to build huge bulevards and monuments to … probably himself. Before I drone on too long, you might want to go see Wiki about the historical details. We’re here for the pics. There is no guarantee that you will understand what I mean by “whimsical” when I say Bucharest by seeing the photos – but we can try. An attempt at a one-sentence-explanation would be something along the lines of: It’s cool because it’s crazy and you get rotting, tiny cute houses next to glass skyscrapers next to humongous architectural monsters of the Ceaușescu-era next to orthodox churches out of context.
you will totally want to go to Bucharest after this
Getting around Bucharest is fairly easy as there are several means of public transport: If you are tired of walking you can either hop onto a bus or a tram or you can venture underground and make use of the metro network. Acquiring a ticket is another story entirely, though.
We thought this would be a great opportunity to talk about our Bucharest favourite and at the same time introduce a (hopefully) regular feature on our blog – the temporary home away from home as we travel. For Snagov, I’d definitely say it was the #444 bus, but for Bucharest, it has to be the delightful little cafe HasHas. Here is a photo to make you understand what we liked about it.
No matter where you go and how much you prepare yourself beforehand, places have the habit of surprising you – sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way and sometimes you just go, “Well, I didn’t see that one coming.”
Therefore: Welcome to our first search engine friendly top something list. Grab a seat and some popcorn and prepare to be amazed.
The ‘grand final’ so to speak. Ah, dear cables, we’re going to miss your creative chaos at every corner.
We’ve decided to go to Snagov to see the grave of Vlad Dracul. Unfortunately, as no-one of us speaks Romanian (except Ms. K., who is famous for her ‘şi, şi!’, which means ‘and, and!’), we got onto the easy to remember #444 bus and went to the scenic village of Snagov.
Vested for the promised 28°C and then some I left Bucharest, ready to take on all the vampires Transylvania could throw at me. Obviously ready to play along with my vampire clichés, Braşov not only brought on the dark and forbidding forests but the cold and the rain, determined to give my toes a frost bite.