{"id":187702,"date":"2015-09-04T22:16:42","date_gmt":"2015-09-04T20:16:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/loudavymkrokem.cz\/?p=187702"},"modified":"2026-06-05T21:05:38","modified_gmt":"2026-06-05T19:05:38","slug":"romania-dogs-oversized-pigeons","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loudavymkrokem.cz\/en\/romania-dogs-oversized-pigeons\/","title":{"rendered":"Romania #1: Dogs Here Are Like Oversized Pigeons"},"content":{"rendered":"We left Bucharest airport, heading for Targu Jiu.<\/i>\n\nWe crawled through traffic on the motorway, surrounded by nothing. Nothing in the form of peeling walls, faded advertising signs on neglected houses, and yellow fields of dried-out grass. Nothing. No mountains in the background. No anything. That divine, romantic Romanian landscape certainly neither began nor ended in these parts. Just grime carried by the dry southern heat. Where on earth had we gone?<\/i> I was starting to worry that there really was nothing here. This was our first taste of Romania<\/b> \u2014 and it was nothing like the postcards.\n\n\n\nAnd then we spotted them. The Roma.\n\nStraight out of a storybook. A Roma family sat on a horse-drawn cart, a cheerful bunch grinning in the middle of the traffic chaos, their carriage pulled along by a single horse. The sun gleamed off the sweat on their faces. Before my eyes could even confirm they were real, they vanished \u2014 swallowed up like phantoms in the tangle of honking cars.\n\n
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Horse-drawn carts are one of Romania’s symbols. They accompanied us throughout our entire journey from Bucharest to Banat and from Banat to Transylvania. It’s not just the Roma who ride them \u2014 other Romanians do too.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n \n\nYou’ll find stray dogs in restaurants and at tourist attractions<\/b>\n\nCivilisation \u2014 in the form of engine noise \u2014 had long since dissolved behind us. We were still driving through barren nothingness. There’s really no other way to describe it.\n\nA dog. No house in sight, no petrol station, no people. A German Shepherd cross was running along the road, heading somewhere in a hurry. Had it decided to go for a walk? Escaped from someone? No.\n\nStray dogs are everywhere. You’ll encounter packs and lone wolves alike. They live wherever they please, and nobody seems to mind \u2014 they’re like oversized pigeons. Someone feeds them now and then. Someone gives them a pat. In some places they’ll bark your ears off; in others they’ll race your car when you’re going slowly. But in all our time there, we never heard of one hurting anybody. It’s not unusual to find a stray dog in a restaurant or at a tourist attraction. Nobody shoos them away. On the contrary \u2014 we saw puppies near a cable car at a viewpoint. The mother was sleeping peacefully in the distance while crowds of tourists shortened their wait in the queue by cuddling their new furry friends. Who did they belong to? Nobody. Dogs here are free.\n\n
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We encountered stray dogs more often than pigeons.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\nRoma carrying plastic bottles on a cart stopped and stared<\/b>\n\nTargu Jiu was still a long way off, and we were getting hungry. We decided to stop in Pitesti and find a supermarket. We drove through grime and dust, through a small, poverty-stricken town that certainly didn’t feel like Europe. It was hard to tell whether a building was someone’s home, a shop, or a pub. Everything was hidden under faded parasols and crumbling plaster.\n\nWe parked beside a boxy, bleached-out supermarket next to a car and a rubbish dump, where dark-skinned Romanians stood around, smoking and watching. Their gaze swayed up and down, taking in our fair hair and our not-yet-dusty shoes.\n\nBefore we’d taken ten steps towards the shop, I saw Roma carrying plastic bottles on a horse-drawn cart pull up and stare. A passing car slowed down too. Everyone was watching us in sync. Intruders.\n\n“I feel like a tourist attraction,” I whispered.\n\n“We are<\/i> a tourist attraction.” Our blonde hair was practically screaming.\n\n“It’s like being in China.”\n\nWe walked into the shop and finally got a sense of what post-communist Eastern Europe must have looked like in the early nineties. A supermarket where everything had long since lost its colour, straight out of the stories people tell about what they think Romania is like. And we’d always insisted it wasn’t true. “Romania’s in the EU now, Mum,” I used to say, perhaps a tad naively.\n\n“Well, this is Romania, alright,” Luk\u00e1\u0161 declared, as if reading my mind. We bought some fruit and hurried back to the car. The stares were getting uncomfortable.\n\nAccording to the sat-nav we’d left Pitesti ages ago, but I couldn’t tell the difference when we turned onto a dusty track towards Golesti. I’d read in our guidebook about the Muzeul Viticulturii \u2014 supposedly home to a beautiful ch\u00e2teau. We drove for ages along an unpaved road, dust billowing in every direction, while locals walking along the street watched us with great interest. You couldn’t go fast. Some waved and smiled at us \u2014 from cars and from horse-drawn carts alike. The Western delegation had arrived.\n\nThe filthy, dusty road did nothing to convince me we were heading anywhere inhabited. We inched along, and there was no ch\u00e2teau in sight.\n\nWe reached a dam, where \u2014 for the first and last time on our entire trip \u2014 we spotted nomadic Roma. We stopped the car and gazed at the romantic scene, like fragments of my nineteenth-century fantasies come to life. They were lounging and smoking, until they noticed our car had stopped and some blonde head with a camera was photographing them.\n\n
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Nomadic Roma in front of the dam<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n“Let’s go \u2014 they don’t like it.” We crossed the dam, where workers were labouring right beside the road. They were within arm’s reach of our car, and there they were again \u2014 those piercing looks, wondering what on earth we were doing there. Or were they just having a look? Was I starting to get paranoid?\n\nA cultural centre in the middle of nowhere, built with EU money<\/b>\n\nAt last we arrived at a grand historic gate \u2014 supposedly the entrance to a seventeenth-century ch\u00e2teau. But when we stepped through, all we saw was an enormous building wrapped entirely in scaffolding.\n\n“Would you like to have a look?” asked a Romanian woman in her sixties, in broken English, rising from a bench.\n\n“Well, since we’re already here.”\n\nOur guide, who didn’t actually speak English, waved us into two rooms just inside the gate. There was nothing in them \u2014 just some rather unattractive pictures and labels in Romanian that we couldn’t understand.\n\nThen she told us to climb the stairs above the gate, where there was another room and a view of the ch\u00e2teau under reconstruction \u2014 essentially a building site.\n\n“So we’ve just donated towards the renovation\u2026”\n\n“Yep, pretty much.”\n\nBut when we came back down, our guide called over another guide and explained that we were to go with her now. Maybe we should’ve just given it a miss in this heat, I thought.\n\nGuide number two led us behind the ch\u00e2teau. And that’s when we realised where we actually were.\n\n
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A reconstructed early 20th-century village<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\nBefore us stood a reconstructed village from the early twentieth century \u2014 an EU-funded project. Small wooden houses with period furnishings. There was a school, a church, a town hall, a pub, and even a cemetery. An attraction that would set you back around \u20ac40 at Heritage Park in Calgary, Canada, was here with barely a tourist in sight. The only difference from the Canadian version? No actors playing the villagers.\n\nSo we wandered through this clean little island of Western civilisation, tucked away in the middle of dusty Golesti, in the stifling, relentless heat. Our guide soon handed us off to yet another guide, who took us through the final section. It was never-ending. How much had they built here? Guide number three also didn’t speak English, but the silence must have bothered her, so she narrated everything we saw \u2014 in Romanian.\n\nAt last it looked like we were nearing the exit. The final stop was before the entrance to a park, where stables and more buildings were still under construction. It wasn’t finished yet \u2014 perhaps that explained the lack of tourists, we realised. In the park, which had a small, clean refreshment stand and toilets, there was also a stage. With EU money, a cultural centre was being created in the middle of absolutely nowhere.\n\n \n

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