06.06.2012 22 °C
As I had no particular plans, I enjoyed a nice sleep in, then walked into town. Sibiu seemed much more pleasant this morning, and I was quite impressed with the city wall and it's Carpenters Tower and Potters Tower.
After wandering around for a while, I made my way to the train station to catch the bus to the giant open air museum on the outskirts of town. This was my first time to buy and validate a bus ticket, but it was pretty simple. Even without me looking lost, a passenger spoke to the driver to make sure I was on the right bus, then told me to sit near the driver and he would help me with where I needed to get off. Some way into the journey, the driver motioned for me to join him in the front, and I was riding shotgun on a bus in Romania. Although he couldn't speak a word of English, he did understand when I commented that it was like I had my own limousine. I thought he kept calling me Maria, but he was asking me if I was married.
Naturally, I was off at great speed when we reached the museum. What a fabulous place, it's so big and prettily situated. They've brought in and restored houses from all regions of Romania, and they're all quite different in style, but equally gorgeous.
You can go inside each house and they are set up as they would have been once upon a time.
The museum is set out in villages with connecting paths through forests.
As well as houses, there are churches, store houses, farm sheds, and all sorts of mills including horse drawn saw mills, floating mills, hydro powered mills, and wind mills. Unfortunately, by the time I reached the windmills, my camera batteries ran out, so I missed out on the close ups.
I did however, climb to the top of the tallest windmill, very bravely. Then crawled down again backwards on my knees like a baby.
It was a very nice afternoon, walking around looking in buildings, watching the restoration crew re-thatching houses, and marveling at the wooden machinary. They took such good care of their animals, and from what I can see, still do. I like how the houses had a space for the animals underneath, and even a little hen house built into the front, like this one:
Everywhere I've been so far in Romania, the animals have been well cared for. The sheep and cattle always have a shepherd nearby, the horses look healthy, and the copious dogs are filthy but fat and happy. Only the cats seem to be in a sorry state, but I shall not gather them all up and bring them home.
Back in town, I chose vegetarian for dinner. Meals here don't come with many vegetables (if any), so I figured if I ordered vegetarian, I'd be sure to get some. It was nice, I liked the grilled cucumber. After dinner, I climbed to the top of the city clock tower, which has excellent views over the city, and I visited the pretty Liar's Bridge, so named after an old woman who used to gossip under it.
I ran into some Kiwis at the museum today, on a guided tour through Eastern Europe. They were all kitted out in New Zealand branded shirts and caps, which must be a much easier way of explaining where we are from. It would have helped me avoid situations like today when I was hopping around like a kangaroo, trying to explain where I am from. I know on how many levels that's wrong, but when 'New Zealand', 'Rugby', 'All Blacks', and even 'Australia' didn't work, I was forced to get creative. I'm that person you don't want on your charades team.