Showing posts with label Romania. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romania. Show all posts

Thursday, 15 December 2011

Relaxing Activities in Romania

If you are in search of a cool holiday this winter, then you may want to consider skiing in Romania. Ski tours could easily be organized on the Carpathian Mountains around the Transylvania region. Predeal, Poiana Brasov and Sinaia are ski resort centers that are most commonly known. Accommodation is provided in hotels and guesthouses that offer traditional Romanian food in their restaurants. As you enjoy the slopes it would be a good thing to discover a few places like the medieval Towns of Sighisoara, Peles Palace, Brasov, etc. with a private tour.

The touristic ski resort known as Poiana Brasov was established in 1895. It is situated about 12km away from Brasov, which is only a few minutes drive. In 1951 this area hosted the Winter Universities International Olympic Games. The ski slopes are numerous and are graded according to difficulty level; from beginners to professional levels. These skiing zones also incorporate downhill, slalom runs and also an Olympic run. The ski school, situated at the center of the resort, gives great training sessions in both German and English. Specialized skiers and snowboard lovers will have a lot of fun with runs like the Wolf run which is about 3 km in length. The town has a huge number of cool hotels as well as good traditional restaurants.

King Carl decided to brand Sinaia, the Pearl of the Carpathians, a summer residence. When you visit this place you will quickly conclude that the Peles Palace is an architecture that could aptly fall under the German Renaissance masterpiece category as it contains a huge collection of arms from the medieval period. Sinaia is located at the Prahova Valley surrounded by mountains specifically below the Bucegi Mountains. This happens to be a popular tourist town that has attracted many a visitor for many years now and it also serves as a winter destination for snow-based activities with its good slopes.

Other people would rather not spend time at a resort town. However there is a better option which is Brasov, a medieval Transylvanian city. Brasov is situated 30 minutes (by car) away from the 3 main skiing hills in the Prahova Valley namely; Predeal (the highest Romanian town, with a 1033 meters altitude), Sinaia and Poiana Brasov. It is possible to arrange for your daily movement to and from the skiing sites. As such, it would be wise to consider getting a winter/ski package if you plan to spend time in the Transylvanian Town of Brasov

As you have a good time viewing the hills, it may interest you to take a tour guide. You would want to visit Dracula's very much disputed residence, as well as other very popular tourist sites such as the Black Church and the First Romanian School, the Historic Medieval City of Brasov, the Bran Castle and so much more. You may also want to spend some of your time in the city. You may also get lucky to meet, or request for an Organ Concert in the Black Church during the evening periods. You could also be interested in touring Sighisoara (birthplace of Dracula) for a whole day. The Sighisoara citadel has an air of ancientness as not much has changed within the fortress. You may also be tempted to visit other places like; Sinaia Monastery, Peles Palace, the sparkling wine tasting site in Azuga and the Saxon Church fortresses in Transylvania (Harman and Prejmer).

You could adjust your tour to your personal taste. With a personalized tour package that suits your needs, you could have a lot of fun on the ski hills of Romania. Romania is the perfect place for a less costly winter holiday.

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Thursday, 22 September 2011

New Country Day – Romania

New Country: Romania
Date: 9 September 2011

I have a tradition where I celebrate New Country Day – the first day in a country I’ve never been to. This year I have been to a number of countries for work and pleasure that I have visited previously. I have been to the UK so many times now that I don’t even think about it when I get on the train at Gatwick or the Picadilly line at Heathrow. New countries are different. I’m looking at everything around me completely aware of little details, like how the Icelandic passport control guys are wearing wooly jumpers, to seeing new country URL’s everywhere, like .is for Iceland (yes of course I would notice that). And in the case of Iceland, a new language with all sorts of wonderful accents and umlauts.
New Country Day is something you can only do around 200 times in your life, depending on what country definition list you use and if you plan to visit every country. Technically I have been to Romania before, but I am calling this new country day. I never count airport layovers as a country visit, but what about border posts? I have previously trodden on soil at a Romanian border town, though I’m not counting that. Here is what happened.
In 2006 I was on my way to Romania from Budapest. On the train I was talking to a group of other non-European who mentioned needing to get a visa. A visa? I had not considered that I would need one. Australian passports are good to go for everywhere in Europe, or so I thought. I didn’t say anything, but I was sweating it out for the next hour while the train trundled towards the border. Passports were stamped at the Hungarian border, and upon arrival at the border town in Romania our passports were taken for processing.
Moments later everyone got their passport back, except me. Another customs official came on the train holding up a dark blue passport. They found the owner (me), and marched me off the train. Everyone on the carraige turned their heads like sunflowers as I did the walk of shame. There I was, Mr Long Term Traveller who forgot to check if he needed a visa. To be fair New Zealanders could at that point enter Romania no problem (everyone loves New Zealand), but for some reason Australians were required to get a visa (a few months later Romania joined the EU and a visa was no longer required).
I was taken off the train and stood on Romanian soil for the first time. From there I was taken to the station and to be interviewed in a run down office by two customs officials. They were friendly enough, but it still didn’t stop my imagination running away in all directions. I’ve always had a fear of customs officials in small dingy rooms, which probably stems from seeing Midnight Express as a young boy. I’m surprised that movie didn’t stop me from travelling at all. Ok, I’m not a drug runner, but I padded myself to make sure I didn’t accidently tape blocks of hash to my body that morning (all clear). I once got a half an hour grilling in a small room at Newark when I entered the USA in 2001, which has added to my dislike of border crossings.
Fortunately the Romanian guys were soft on me. I was given a Romanian entry stamp, then it was crossed out in red with another stamp on top of it. From there I was driven to the motor vehicle border crossing and dumped there. The nearest town was over an hours walk away. I got back to Budapest the next day and discovered the Romanian visa questions to be so tedious that I didn’t bother applying.
It was a frustrating 24 hours, but weird things started happening after that. I went to a hostel to work out what to do next. While I was there I met a local girl who was to become my girlfriend for the next two years. Later on I met up with a guy who became a business associate and a good friend today. I don’t know when I would have come back to Budapest again, but due to not getting a visa for Romania my life changed in one day. strange how stuff like that happens.
So here I am, five years later, having another go at visiting Romania. While Romania is now in the EU, it is not in the Schengen travel area, so there is still a border control. Once again on the train from Budapest passports were taken for processing. There were few people on the train and it looked like I was the only non-European in my carraige. Once again a customs official come back on the train holding up a dark blue passport. Fortunately I was all clear. I am in Romania at last.
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