True roumanian experience

While cycling through the lands in Romania, I asked a group of women if any of them had a garden so I could set my tent for the night. I ended up sleeping in an old communist house, at Baba's who spoke to me in Romanian only, which I don't master quiet well... there was no shower, the toilets were in the common area in the corridor, everything in the house was like a time travel 400 years back, including waking up at the sound of the rooster in the morning. Started the day wondering what just happened tonightBaca lagi