Transylvania
Until recently only few people knew about this part of the world or if they had heard about it they weren't sure if really existed or it is just a fictional place from Bram Stoker's Dracula book. It exists, I can assure you, and it is the place which can offer the visitors unforgettable experiences.
To me Transylvania is exactly what Andrew Eames says in his Blue River, Black Sea book:
"The final catalyst for the book was a trip I made to Transylvania, where I stumbled into an almost medieval landscape that I never dreamed still existed in Europe, of scything farmers and their fruit-collecting children, of horses and carts, of wells in the villages, wolves in the woods and bears in the hills. The storybook detail was captivating. The storks on the chimney stacks, clapping their beaks when their youngsters stood up. The chicks in homemade chicken runs on the roadside verges. the little smoking huts in every yard, breadmaking ovens for summer use. And the daily cow parade, when all the villagers' cattle brought themselves back from the fields punctually at milking time and wandered down the main street until the reached their owners' houses, where the gates would be standing open to welcome them home. Transylvania seemed a mythical place, one where you literally didn't count your chickens until they hatched, and one where you made sure you made hay while the sun shone."
To me Transylvania is exactly what Andrew Eames says in his Blue River, Black Sea book:
"The final catalyst for the book was a trip I made to Transylvania, where I stumbled into an almost medieval landscape that I never dreamed still existed in Europe, of scything farmers and their fruit-collecting children, of horses and carts, of wells in the villages, wolves in the woods and bears in the hills. The storybook detail was captivating. The storks on the chimney stacks, clapping their beaks when their youngsters stood up. The chicks in homemade chicken runs on the roadside verges. the little smoking huts in every yard, breadmaking ovens for summer use. And the daily cow parade, when all the villagers' cattle brought themselves back from the fields punctually at milking time and wandered down the main street until the reached their owners' houses, where the gates would be standing open to welcome them home. Transylvania seemed a mythical place, one where you literally didn't count your chickens until they hatched, and one where you made sure you made hay while the sun shone."
The "imperfection" of life here or the backward journey in time is in fact the charm, the uniqueness of things you can see and do here.
We have moved to a village in the Hungarian speaking part of Transylvania, Hargita county, and besides offering our converted barn to rent for holidays in the village where we live, Csíkbánkfalva / Bancu (HU/RO) I would like to share with our guests the most of the place and people around here.
I you are looking for a great family holiday with young children, or you are fond of all kinds of outdoor activities, or you just simply want to lay on you back and enjoy the scent of the meadows and the sunshine, this is the place you must visit.
To get a glimpse of the above watch this film even though you don't understand the words. It's in Hungarian made by the Hungarian TV, dedicated in memoriam Zsolt Erőss a great alpinist and person.