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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