{"id":186854,"date":"2016-02-22T22:06:37","date_gmt":"2016-02-22T21:06:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/loudavymkrokem.cz\/?p=186854"},"modified":"2026-06-05T21:02:22","modified_gmt":"2026-06-05T19:02:22","slug":"romania-eu-money-road-trip","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loudavymkrokem.cz\/en\/romania-eu-money-road-trip\/","title":{"rendered":"Romania #4: Clean Only Where EU Money Flows"},"content":{"rendered":"Hotel Condor seemed to be the only oasis of civilisation for miles around on our Romania road trip. Oravita turned out to be a town where nothing exists. (Lesson learned: pointing at a map and saying “we can sleep here because it’s halfway to point Y” is not an ideal way to plan a trip.)\n\n\n\nThis is pretty much how I’d imagined wartime. The images in my head were no different from the greyness and dread we drove into that evening after our unplanned adrenaline-fuelled encounter (link) with the local Roma community.\n\n“Phew, they’ve got a restaurant!” The mere thought of leaving the hotel grounds filled me with the feeling that I’d rather starve than venture 10 metres from the building.\n\nThis seems like a good time for a note about eating in Romania. That evening we had a Caesar salad. The fact that we ordered a Caesar might seem like a trivial detail, but for our entire stay in Romania we practically lived on Caesars and pizzas. First, you can recognise those on the menu even in Romanian. Second, the local oily dishes were a guaranteed one-way ticket to a hospital bed for both my stomach and Luk\u00e1\u0161’s. And third: it seemed like these were the only international dishes they knew. Sure, you’re right \u2014 we were travelling through villages and small towns, the kind of places tourists only visit for slightly mad reasons.\n\n\u2026\n\n“Back to civilisation!” We got dressed in a hurry that morning and headed for the city of Alba Iulia. We were slowly leaving the Wild West behind and returning to the romantic imagery of 19th-century painters.\n\n\u2026\n\nWe weren’t expecting such a powerful encounter with civilisation! In Rau de Mori at Sarmizegetusa, the ruins of a Roman amphitheatre, we spotted tourists for the very first time.\n\n
\"Amphitheatre\"<\/a>
Sarmizegetusa<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\u2026\n\nThe plot of Jules Verne’s *The Carpathian Castle* probably unfolded right here. As we drove in, the sky darkened and the gloom began threatening us with bolts of lightning.\n\n
\"Cetatea<\/a>
Cetatea Colti<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n“Maybe we should turn back.”\n\n“Let’s push on a bit further \u2014 we can always head back.” We stared up at the castle. It gazed down at us from the sharp ridges of the tall, forested mountains, and we wondered how to reach it \u2014 and how to reach it without running straight into a storm.\n\nIn the end, we found ourselves at Cetatea Col\u021bi, a fortress built on a cliff at the entrance to the R\u00e2u\u0219or gorge. Soon the rain filled the air, the wind howled, and we ran for it \u2014 there was a real risk we wouldn’t make it out in one piece. You don’t mess with the elements<\/a>. We drove away, leaving behind the menacing vampiric visions that lurk in these parts.\n\n
\"Cetatea<\/a>
Cetatea Colti<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\u2026\n\nBy midday, the bad weather was a distant memory. Our immediate concern was food. Several days of Caesar salads and pizza meant that any culinary miracle left us overwhelmed with joy and gratitude. It’s the little things, isn’t it? So if you ever find yourself in these parts, make a detour to Ha\u021beg and visit Bistro Art Grill (vegetarians, you may want to sit this one out \u2014 in fact, Romania in general might test your patience). You’ll be greeted by a pleasant American-style restaurant with even more pleasant prices.\n\n\u2026\n\n
\"Corvin<\/a>
Corvin Castle<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\nCorvin Castle. If Hogwarts existed anywhere in Romania, it would be here. We could see it from a distance \u2014 it’s the largest Gothic structure in Romania, built by the father of Matthias Corvinus. It sits in the city of Hunedoara. The guidebook warned us about a sprawl of steel constructions and Soviet-style apartment blocks, but instead, the road began revealing over-the-top buildings that looked like they were made from fake sugar and gold.\n\n“What on earth is that?”\n\n“Pagodas. Roma pagodas.” Everything on them was twisted and curled \u2014 multiple storeys, many of them unfinished. Yellow, green, and red houses with ornate, spiralling decorations. Pillars everywhere, concrete walls, and enormous ostentatious gates. And those roofs \u2014 something about them reminded me of Chinese architecture. I’d never seen anything like it in my life. I couldn’t compare these structures to anything I knew.\n\n
\"Roma<\/a>
Roma pagodas and a boy playing with stones…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n“Stop, I need to photograph this.” I stood there gaping and snapping pictures of the street when a child started approaching us.\n\n“Hey, someone’s running over there shouting something.” The little Roma boy really didn’t look thrilled to see us.\n\n“He’s probably not happy about it. Well, he hasn’t got a gun, so we’re fine.” I repeated the joke that hadn’t been funny the day before either, and kept on photographing.\n\n“No gun, but he’s throwing stones at us!!!”\n\nStark contrasts. That’s what Romania is all about. Corvin Castle, just metres from the pagodas, stood there as if none of them existed.\n\n…\n\nPension Select demonstrated the true power of a wide-angle lens. While the photos made it look like a large modern hotel in Alba Iulia, reality told a very different story. A half-empty guesthouse with a single employee who didn’t even speak English quickly sent us out into the city centre.\n\n\u2026\n\nWe set off for our regular dilemma between pizza and Caesar, and in the flood of the setting sun we explored the city of Alba Iulia. “Alba” means white, and the name dates back to when this settlement was known as B\u0103lgrad \u2014 the White City. Our first impression was rather grey \u2014 full of tower blocks, grime, and battered cars from Romanian roads. Terrifying black clouds of birds, occupying equally dark Hitchcockesque buildings, circled above our heads.\n\n\u2026\n\nThe birds vanished. The sun turned golden, warming its amber tones against the green expanses surrounding the citadel’s fortifications. We entered through a tunnel, passed through imposing gates, and suddenly found ourselves at the doorstep of Europe. For the first time on our entire trip, we were in Europe as we know it.\n\n
\"Citadel,<\/a>
Citadel, Alba Iulia<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\nThe Catholic cathedral, the bishop’s and royal palaces. A courtyard full of cheerful young people darting between modern refreshment stalls. They were selling fresh juices, trinkets, and even Staropramen \u2014 a Czech beer. That stall even had a sign reading “Praha Sm\u00edchov.”\n\n\"Alba<\/a>\n\n \n\nWe felt a tiny pang of homesickness \u2014 a longing for home and the scent of hops that mixes with the smell of the Vltava river almost every day back in Prague.\n\n
\"The<\/a>
The statues were our favourite part<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\nIn one of the squares, there was a children’s show. We sat down on the grass and watched for a while as men dressed in medieval knight’s armour played at war, with the children absolutely captivated by it.\n\nI wondered whether the citadel gate was actually a time machine. I wondered whether someone had scattered time machines all across Romania. Except they don’t call them time machines \u2014 they call them money.\n\n
\"Children's<\/a>
Children’s show<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n“The EU money here really does make a difference.”\n\n“Yeah, they just need a lot more of it. A whole lot more.”\n\n \n\n\n
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