The Second Transylvanian Crossing was via the more famous Trans- fag-ara-san route, more famous than World Heritage status because it has been on TOP GEAR !!!
Great for Touring on Motor Cycles,
we got a big wave from these guys...
with the horse pulling out logs from the forest
beyond them...
Our Toby in Tasmania had stacked 300 pieces of wood with our Andrew, his Dad, the day before this. We got their email telling us of his exploits in the early morning, and later that same day, saw another lad, obviously a bit older, using the same skills to supply firewood for the local chalet, right opposite our coffee shop.
Well done, Toby (and Andrew) !
Getting up towards the mist, passing the cascade waterfall...
Rock falls start to be a factor in blocking the road...
Some rocks are so good at blocking the way
that they get names painted on them (before they are pushed off the edge into the abyss below) !
The mist comes down, obscuring the hairpins above..
But not when you get up, and look back...
But then we got to the snow drifts...
& the touring bikes stop
to discuss their plans...
It's all very slow, gentle,
& enjoy it while it is visible...
Because, soon it is going to get...
VERY DARK !
Sandra drove into the 1 km tunnel in thick fog...
inside the tunnel !
It was 90 % obscured, & I had to call out her distance from the side wall, in order for her to drive at a snails pace... it was quite unnerving !
(This pic is on the way back, when we could at least see the other end of the tunnel)
Suddenly... at tunnel's end....
There was bright sunshine,
clear mountainsides
& sensational views...
And a very Happy & Relieved, Sandra
We went for a stroll up the glen,
passed a beautiful blue pool...
But after enjoying the sunshine of the southern valleys, it was time to return to the other side...
....though the snow drift blocks most of the entrance/exit from the tunnel...
To see the bends in all their glory...
The evening light was sensational as we descended from the mountain...
The song of a little Black Cap, whistling from the top of a fir tree was wonderful to hear...
...and the Hay-making continued apace
in all the local villages...
on the way home...
Great for Touring on Motor Cycles,
we got a big wave from these guys...
with the horse pulling out logs from the forest
beyond them...
Our Toby in Tasmania had stacked 300 pieces of wood with our Andrew, his Dad, the day before this. We got their email telling us of his exploits in the early morning, and later that same day, saw another lad, obviously a bit older, using the same skills to supply firewood for the local chalet, right opposite our coffee shop.
Well done, Toby (and Andrew) !
Getting up towards the mist, passing the cascade waterfall...
Rock falls start to be a factor in blocking the road...
Some rocks are so good at blocking the way
that they get names painted on them (before they are pushed off the edge into the abyss below) !
The mist comes down, obscuring the hairpins above..
But not when you get up, and look back...
But then we got to the snow drifts...
& the touring bikes stop
to discuss their plans...
It's all very slow, gentle,
& enjoy it while it is visible...
Because, soon it is going to get...
VERY DARK !
Sandra drove into the 1 km tunnel in thick fog...
inside the tunnel !
It was 90 % obscured, & I had to call out her distance from the side wall, in order for her to drive at a snails pace... it was quite unnerving !
(This pic is on the way back, when we could at least see the other end of the tunnel)
There was bright sunshine,
clear mountainsides
& sensational views...
And a very Happy & Relieved, Sandra
We went for a stroll up the glen,
passed a beautiful blue pool...
But after enjoying the sunshine of the southern valleys, it was time to return to the other side...
....though the snow drift blocks most of the entrance/exit from the tunnel...
To see the bends in all their glory...
The evening light was sensational as we descended from the mountain...
The song of a little Black Cap, whistling from the top of a fir tree was wonderful to hear...
...and the Hay-making continued apace
in all the local villages...
on the way home...
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