Actually it's part of Apuseni Mountains, an area populated to the top of the mountain and hills, but where everyday all you can hear is the ring bell from the cows neck - practically an old version of a gps in order to know where the animals are...were they eaten by the bears or not? ;)
In these places people base only on raising cattle and on wood. In the winter they are blocked in the mountains and 3-4 months have to stay by the fire and "make children" as one of the villagers said. The actual distance from a house to another is about 3-4 km, imagine that one is on my hill and yous is on the other hill. Quite funny and comfortable for a tourist, but for local folks I can't imagine what can happen if they need an egg to make a pancake...Holly Christ...they need to have some imagination.
We were invited by a friend who owns a chalet in that parts and who was celebrating her birthday. And as Peter's birthday is coming they agreed to celebrate together.
These friends have about 45 years old having big kids...but damn they know how to have fun. We were talking with Peter and made a conclusion: the BIG guys know how to party, maybe it's because they do not do this too often, maybe because they have more experience with these things...or maybe they simply know how to do it! Anyway they're really cool.
We had walks in the forest, picking-up mushrooms (they say they were good ones...I can't make the difference so that's why I do not eat them:) and Saturday evening we made a big fire (well Peter is the fire-boy) and cooked some sausages, mici, slanina (it's not like the tiny, not tasty, English bacon) and chicken. We had potato salad and garlic salad (mujdei for those who know what I'm talking about).
Overall it was a delicious, tasty, unforgetable, fat, not healthy feast like we the Romanians are used to do in open air and then feel sick the next day. But it was worth it. We has champagne, wine, beer and local tzuica so everybody was happy. The next day the nature seemed more friendly so we had a visit in Peter's opened truck to the Belis Lake. My hand got frozen on the iron bars of the car but it was damn fun! We tasted some almost frozen berries from the wood and then hardly, Sunday in the afternoon we got our things and headed again for Cluj.
God how I love nature!
PS: For more picture enjoy my photoblog.
