A walk beyond the forest

Saturday morning. Mid August, the sun is shining and I step out of my home in Breb with my camera – detestation unknown. I see the neighbors and Georgy Pop making Horinca in Maria’s Casan. We say hi and Pertu our other neighbor appears and tells me to buy his land down at the cross. This is all before nine o’clock and within five minutes of leaving the house. Only the day before we were stopped by a guy on top of his huge Maramures gate. ” Hey, English guy, I have to take down my gate, it’s going to fall into the river other wise. You buy it?” “How much?” He scratches his head and says “400 euro” A 50 year old wooden gate, hand carved and over 7 meters wide… I mean, what else can you say “OK, will bring down the tractor and you can put it on there, will pay you next week.” no images were found I guess Petru had heard I was buying and wasted no time. Hill Billy turned up with his sheep, he was my que to leave and I said I would walk with him. ” Where you going?” I asked as we started to walk. ” Up the mountain, in the woods” he smiled threw his caner ridden lips. I had no plans, so the woods it would be. We walked up and out of the village avoiding the fallen fruit on the road and into the hills above. Hill pointed out where every one was neglecting their land. Not keeping the trees trimmed the way they should and...

Transylvania to Ozora

I know it sounds a bit cheesy, but where do you go on holiday when your in the adventure tourist business and in theory live in Paradise? A packaged holiday to Spain? Trek to Nepal? Na – we wanted a holiday. We’ve been travelling for 8 years and have seen the sites, so we decided on a festival in Hungry that would be a completely new experience. I used to go to Stonehenge every year, Penny went to Badminton horse trials. Ozora would possibly be a walk down memory lane for me and something totally new for Penny. I showed Penny the video of the festival “What do you think?” I said. “Yeah, why not, we have the camper after all.” The idea of having the hippy bus was to get us around, not to BE hippys, but what the hell. For a week anyway, we could forget about building houses, www.workingtraveller.com and the day job with www.pappics.co.uk. 12 hours of driving later we arrived, the old lady does 80kms flat out even with the wind in her sails. A sign says “Welcome to Paradise” ‘Ah bus man’s holiday after all’ I thought with a smile “ I have goose bumps on my arms” Penny said as I filmed her going under the banner driving the bus. “Wow” she said, look at all these people, they are… so…” “Like us Penny, different” Penny looked at me, and now got why I recommended here instead of a weekend in Venice. We parked up, put our table out and went to meet the neighbors “Hi” “Hiiii, welcome Ozora…you drive all the...