Romania
We have seen many small horse-drawn carriages, which are still widely used here. They drive fine out on the side of the road and some of them also have number plates on them.
When we enter the petrol station to fill up with diesel, there is also a wagon load of hay.
Our flat humor comes to the surface - we are a little amused that it is enough that all kinds of horsepower can be refueled here.
After driving all day we find a nice campsite.
There aren't that many other campers on the pitch, so when we've unpacked a bit and eaten dinner, the camp owner comes over to us and asks if he can sit with us and have a nice chat.
We say yes to that, then we sit and enjoy ourselves while the sun goes down.
We tell a little about our trip and then he starts to tell about himself and his family, which originates from Hungary.
He says he wants to tell us a story that you can't find in the books. You always hear only about the winners in a war, rarely about the losers.
After World War 1, the victors divided the countries among themselves. The part of what was then Austria-Hungary known as Transylvania came to belong to Romania.
The Hungarian population was later tried to be forced out of the country.
Especially when Nicolae Ceausescu came to power, he moved a large amount of Romanians to the area. Thus, the plan was to breed the Hungarians out of the country. They were seen as a pestilence and a problem as they felt too attached to their old homeland.
He says we just have to look at the churches. The Hungarian churches in the area are 800 years old, the Romanian ones are only 100 years old.
It is exciting to sit and listen to him tell the whole evening, and he really cares to tell the story of his family's fate.
The next day we continue towards the Transylvanian highlands.
It is incredibly beautiful there. We come to a town where there is a kind of hostel. We drive in and ask if there is an available seat. They look at us a bit and we just get the elevator look.
No, unfortunately there is no room for us, he says. Understood that the hostel is far below our standard. He says that we should drive over to the hotel, a little further down the road.
We turn the car around and roll over to the hotel. There is a large car park, restaurant and a large multi-storey hotel. It looks nice. There is even a big wedding going on when we arrive. We don't really know if it's just us, but Johnny walks in and asks if they have a room available. They have, and we are very welcome.
We get their finest penthouse apartment of approx. 70 square meters. We are completely speechless.
There is a nice entrance hall, dining room, bedroom, office space, and a huge bathroom.
The shower cabin itself is probably 10 square meters. However, it is revealed that when it is used, you also get a foot bath. There is 8 cm of water on the floor inside the cabin.
It turns out that the drain is the highest place in the bathroom!
Everything is designed in wood, even the bed has a nice headboard, with small pieces of branches sticking out. It's nicely done, but when Johnny leans back and gets a piece of wood chopped into his head, it wasn't that impressive.
We should probably have made the bed before we took a picture, but we can't change that now.
The price for all the glory is around DKK 150 per day.
We go down to the restaurant to get something to eat. Unfortunately, the waiter cannot speak English and the menu card is only in Romanian. So we have to use signs and gestures and muh sound to negotiate a delicious steak. It is pure luxury, and far above our normal travel level.
But at those prices, it must also be tried.
They cook really good food, so you can walk out the door - for the modest sum of DKK 170. Three dishes and drinks for two people, it was a good evening.
In stark contrast is the poor residential area, which we pass through only 2 minutes' drive from the hotel.
