Pietra Craiului national Park

On the next day, Deni kindly drives me and i get to the start of my treck in the Pietra Craiului national Park. It is a famous national park of Romania.

Somewhere between Rasnov and the start of the treck.

Begining of the treck, a small group of loud teenager are having a picknik, laughing and listening to music on their mobile phone, the type of teens anoying us "old" people on the tram. The have little food, a large 2L bottle of beer and one of coke and a tiny water bottle (or is it Rakija ?:)?). The are making kokes, spitting around and ask me where i am from. France i answer and one of them starts in perfect French, with a sligth "Racaille" accent :) using polit "vous" when speaking to me.

His mother went to France some 3 years ago and married a French man there. He tells me it was hard integrating in the begining but now he has loads of Friends and also tells me "la France a un gros problem en ce moment, ca va pas bien hein" speaking about french economy (parents words comming out there??). But then also tells me how much better it is than in Romania, how he loves it in France. He tells me about "Psy 4 de la rime" and other french hip hop bands but wants to know nothing about "IAM"... Some other influence speaking out there, he never listened to it...

On the way up we came across a herd of sheep, a bunch of yapping sheperd dogs. All of them have sticks hanging down from there neck. I imagine this is to protect them from bears. So they cant get their neck so easily and let them bleed to death... The dogs dont look to nice... A couple meters later, the Park Guard holding a chain saw and a sheperd are standing there with a horse and a dead donky. Both the horse and the donkey have sticks around their neck. It didnt save the donkey, a bear destroyed his back and you can see all the insides. The look on the face of the donkey is quite stupid and desperat... Its head bounces very comicaly from rock to rock as the horse pulls him avay... Despite the tragic event we all have to laught at this...

I still regret today i didnt take pictures of the teenagers or the donkey, horse, guard and sheperd...

After leaving the young to their ascention, i continue to the hut i will spend the night in... Out of question i sleep outside! this is an other sheperds house on the way there.

One of the two dogs (what a cute couple) at the hut. Much nicer then the sheperds dogs...

I take a hudge break once at the Hut, the two weeks in Belgrade and the way to Romania were exhausting. I sleep a lot, eat something, drink hot chocolate, check the map, write up in my journal, i m about 2 weeks late, and read a bit.

Writting up some more...