Saturday, June 9, 2012

On our way to the Gramadoelas

Ma sê nou gaan ons na die 3rde wêreld. Die gypsies is slegter af as ons swart mense.

Wagon load full of gypsies get off the train, and a totally rusted one for that. They are totally discriminated against, and like my dad says: They are born with the begging gene.

We are on our way to Maramûres, an area that is stuck in time.

It's unbelievably hot, and we were on a train without air conditioning! It's like being in a sauna unwillingly! Now we are passed out in a backpackers, mom and dad sleeping, and I feel like a wilted flower. Tomorrow we are hiring a car for the day to traipse into the country.

Today my father bought some crocks but the Romanian version, pure plastic! He paid R20 for it! The reason for this: mom threw his shoes out of the hotel window in Bucharest. Vrot sandals: sê sy! A gypsey was very lucky!

A little boy took a liking to us and spent a long while on our laps! Isn't he just so cute! He got hold of my iPad and this is what he produced!



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