You know you haven’t gotten out of the city in a while when, driving towards the mountains, you’re amazed of all the new and exciting things you see: “OMG, look, it’s a hill!” “Is that a real hill?” “Yeah, amazing!” “Look, there’s a cow!”

But the excitement passed fast when we left the national road at Cheia and went up on a county road, towards Cabana Silva. I’ve seen rivers more shallow than the craters in that road. Rock scientists study volcanoes less deep than the craters in that road. People go hiking on mountains more… well, you get the picture. And all of the time going up that road (3 km, about 20 minutes.. of hell) I was replaying the phone talk with the guy from Cabana Silva:
“How is the road to the cabin?” (my spider sense was telling me something..)
“The road is good”
“Is it paved?” (my spider sense was alarmed)
“It has a few holes, but it is paved” – he forgot to mention the road was paved during an age historians have little knowledge about.

At least the cabin was ok, the air was fresh (somebody from Bucharest might actually get an oxygen intoxication) and the view was gorgeous.

And, like the atypical Romanian* that I am, I prepared a good ol’ fashioned hot can o’ beans.

* for foreigners: the typical Romanian, on the 1st of May, prepares a barbeque, while listening to some manele music from his pimped up Dacia 1310 or Logan