Monday, September 14, 2009

Ode to anachronism

You're already familiar with Rimetea. However, one thing I have not yet talked about in relation to it are the roads you have to drive on to get to it. Absolutely terrible. Pothole after pothole stretching your car's patience to maximum and making you wish you hadn't had such a hearty breakfast as you jump and wobble like Ace Ventura in his safari car.

These terrible roads are in the process of being repaired: wider lanes, good markings, you know, all the stuff you need for a comfortable drive. Isn't that great?

Nope. As a matter of fact, it sucks.

You know why? Because bad roads doeth a nice place make. Only people who know and care, (and who don't turn pale at the thought of having to walk) seek and enjoy such places. And this keeps them free from orange villas strewn randomly across bald hills, bad music, bad manners, bad smells and bad people. And noise. And garbage. And commercial enterprises. And everything else that goes along with "civilisation".

Because my friend Eisenburg is as "uncivilized" as they come. Banks and shops and everything else one needs for a modern living are so discretely placed you don't even notice them. The only things that seem out of place are the cars parked outside the houses. Ignore them, and you are back in the 19th century. But now, with its peace and quiet easily accesible, who knows what it will turn into.

Leaving, yesterday evening, I had the odd feeling I would not see it the same again. Even writing this feels like some sort of an obituary: in loving memory of the many-named one - Rimetea, Torocko, Eisenburg - the prettiest, tidiest, most loved village in Transylvania. You will be sorely missed.

I really hope I'm wrong.
Fountain in the central square:
One of the two pubs. I can't help always imagining it full of merry hobbits:
Just a pretty gate:
And what used to be a gate in the 1800's:
The old inn building, now largely deserted, with the exception of a few rooms housing an ethnographic museum:
Just a window:
View from an old inn balcony. I wouldn't mind having my breakfast in front of this view every day!
The silhouette of a gypsy:
Oh, yes. We did some climbing too.
And a little buburuza for you. Just because.

2 comments:

faurar said...

I like Rimetea. It is a cool village. And the mountains rocks...

Alexandra said...

You have expressed my very feelings.
After a long western trip, when we drove across Transylvania (and across your town, btw), I felt a sweet longing for the wrecked walls of the old houses, the stopped clocks in the towers of the churches, the villages squares, and I wondered if it makes sense to travel so far away, if all these are still here...while they last.