After an enormous breakfast I was on my way after thanking the large Indian man who had looked after me. As I was aware I had a five days ahead reported as difficult in various ways, I arranged for today to be a short one. The first part was over grassland, winding slowly uphill. Although the meadow did not have an abundance of flowers, if you looked there were plenty to see, mainly purple or yellow. I took the time to photograph a few I did not recognise, these included purple vetch, meadow sage and large speedwell, which has spikes of flowers unlike the common sort. However the buttercups and little pansies were easy to identify, the pansies particularly appealing as they looked up towards the sun. The dandelions had already turned into "clocks"
The second half was among trees. "Forest Bathing" is not an activity that resonates with me, nevertheless there was a feeling of peace as I strolled through the trees, sunlight illuminating the leaves and painting the earthen path with pools of light. I disturbed a large, brown bird, which flew off when it heard my approach, something which had occurred on earlier days as well, looking like a hawk or eagle, but difficult to identify.
Reaching the village of Cărbunari I walked to the shop. I was glad to find it open with the usual couple of men sitting outside with their beers. One was loudly argumentative. As I had been warned when checking at my Pension this morning, its contents were limited to dry goods. I bought enough to survive five days after walking around the shop several times. My search was complicated as there was stuff kept behind the counter, such as the biscuits which were sold by weight and the raisins that I asked for using Google Translate. Then I sat outside to enjoy a Fanta with a bar of chocolate, and as I had a while before I could check into my accommodation, I followed it with coffee from a machine.
My accommodation for the night was a cabin with a steeply pitched roof, the beds in the attic. A very friendly man a few years older than me showed me round. For dinner he offered me eggs and suggested the shop in the village. The cabin has kitchen facilities. Our conversation was a bit stilted as he had no English and me no Romanian, nevertheless he was an excellent host. Returning to the village shop I bought tomatoes, a pepper and cheese to go with my eggs. The white, feta type cheese was kept in a pale of salt water. An older means of preservation from before the days of refrigerators. I enjoyed an omelette with a cheese and tomato salad on the terrace behind the cabin.
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