I continue the story of our summer holiday and I tell you about the day we went to Balea Lake. It is situated in Fagaras Mountains, at around 2040 meters altitude and it can be reached by car, on the most beautiful road in the world (as the Top Gear team declared), the Transfagarasan Road.
Knowing that my parents haven't been there since the '70, when the road was in construction, we decided to surprise them and to take them to Balea Lake. We remembered that trip in the '70, it was July or August and my sister and me were amazed at how cold it was, it was really freezing! We also remembered the young soldier, who was serving in the army for two years (as it was mandatory back then). He stopped our car and asked for cigarettes and maybe something to eat. His eyes were sad, he looked starving and frozen. He begged for forgiveness for stopping us. My father gave him a package of cigarettes left by somebody in our car and my mother gave him something to eat. The soldier seemed to come back to life, smiled happily and thanked us, and thanked us, and thanked us, and waved a long "goodbye" to us as we left him. We were very touched by this, but then, when we reached Balea Lake we meet a lot of soldiers, freezing and starving, who asked us for food and cigarettes. We had no more and we felt so sorry for them. They were very young and looked so miserable...
Iata cateva din pozele facute / Here are some of the pictures we've made
|Balea Lake, 2040 m altitude|
Superb! Am facut poze, am respirat aerul rece, am adunat ceva pietre (peste tot pe unde merg, caut pietre frumoase, nu ma pot abtine :-)). Apoi am observat ca "scama" de ceata care era in vale se transformase treptat in ditamai norul cenusiu si se hotarase sa urce cat de sus putea. Intr-un sfert de ora devenise asemenea unui dragon suparat, cate se lipise cu burta de fata muntelui si inghitise tot in calea lui urcand, urcand... Am decis ca e mai intelept sa coboram si am plecat. Pe drum ne-am intalnit cu dragonul... ascunsese tot, padure, stanci, drum. Indraznise chiar sa se agate de botul masinii, in asa fel incat abia mai zaream farurile aprinse si ceva vag din marcajul de pe sosea. Dar nu ne-am lasat impresionati si am continuat sa coboram cu grija. Suparat probabil, ne-a cadorisit cu o ploaie nebuna cand am reusit sa iesim de sub burta lui :-))).
Gorgeous! We took pictures, we enjoyed the fresh and cold air, we picked some small stones (it's a habit of mine, to pick a few stones I find beautiful or interesting wherever I go). Then we noticed that the "small speck of fog" down the valley turned into a real, huge grey cloud, looking like a dragon who was crawling step by step on the face of the mountain, trying to reach the top. It was time to go. We met the dragon on our way down, he was hiding everything in it's path, the forest, the rocks, the road... and he was even trying to swallow our car. We could barely see the lights and some signs on the road... But we didn't show any sign of weakness and we passed under his big grey belly, so, being probably angry he lost us, he "blessed"us with a heavy cold rain.