Citadel Sighișoara, Romania

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Citadel Sighișoara, Romania

It would appear that, as far as my Transylvanian adventure goes, I have left the most charming for last.

Although you don't really need much more than a day to see everything inside the old German Citadel of Sighișoara, it is a place you will be glad to have stopped by. And stopped by I did. From the Clock Tower, to the less fancy but mysterious Boot Tower and through the "Scara Acoperita" (Scholar's stairs) which leads you to the aptly-named Church on the Hill, it is a place where you travel back in time. If you can pretend the many tourists are German merchants and Wallachian Kings in exile (Vlad II Dracul, Dracula's Dad was here for a bit when he lost his Throne), then it's just like you were there, "back then".

Vlad Tepes, or Dracula, was actually born in Sighișoara, so he does steal the limelight of famous "Sighișoarans" a bit. But this citadel is also the city of a certain Johannes. Yes, another one. Not the one with the beard. Johnnes Kelpius, born Johann Kelp near Sighisora in 1667, was a musician and theologian of the most pious kind. And in his mid twenties, he embarked for the New World with 40-odd followers, to establish a retreat, to achieve and teach constant spiritual devotion. This is him, trying to leave his birthplace, despite some... er, issues?

 
 
Who are these faces I see
They rigidly follow the streets
A song, a prayer for a smile
their look stays stern all the while
Leave or Stay, a common phrase
And ev'ry day, a haze
Shall I follow the beast in me that cries?
Shall I desire only her eyes?

Now, I know what you're probably thinking. You're thinking, "Wait a second, Ben. The song is alright and all that, but, wasn't Sighișoara called Schässburg back then?". Well, first of all, er, let me congratulate you on your excellent Romanian knowledge! I didn't know you knew so much about Transylvanian history. Well done! And secondly, well, yes, creative licence I guess.

Despite predicting the end of the world in the year in 1694 (epic fail, there), Johannes' work and philosophy are extremely interesting for their time. This young man preached a faith not based on rituals, speeches in big churches with lots of echo and little biscuits you get at the end, but would rather lead his followers to focus on a constant, love-filled devotion. He actually wrote a very short book called "A Short Easy and Comprehensive Method of Prayer" which is in full, here. I actually read it! I - actually - read it! Only because it is very short. Let me share a bit of it with you here:

"When the worldly Love [materialisism] bears Rule in a Heart, we must conclude, that the divine Love is not there;  but when the divine and true Love of God [...] is well known in the Heart, and practiced, so must we conclude, that it is and bears Rule therein [that it's there, basically];  although the Heart with [materialistic] Temptations is uneasy, and seems to shew the contrary, which is grievous enough [which is a pain in the arse really]."

And that is precisely what the song is about. A battle between materialistic "worldy" cravings and devotion. I must add, creative licence jumps in here again, because there is no way of being sure Johann actually had that dilemma. He probably did though. Albeit, clearly, not when he wrote the book, as you will see if you do glide over a couple of pages in his Book.

 
Johannes Kelpius, badly drawn

Johannes Kelpius, badly drawn

 

Pfoa. This is quite a long one isn't it? If you've come this far, feel free to leave a comment or something, you know, so I know. But I must mention briefly here a local festivity which enlivened my stay immensely: The Academia Sighișoara. This fine classical music festival, with dozens of free concerts over two weeks in various beautiful locations, deserves a special (musical?) note. And you can learn more here if you're planning your next summer in Transylvania!

So it's bye from me! And Johann says hi. Probably.

Get a postcard from Ben here -

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Cluj-Napoca, România (the hat makes it "uh")

Still known as Cluj to most, the name of a Roman settlement, "Napoca", was added to the city in the 1970s. So it's Cluj-Napoca if you're feeling in a formal mood. Probably, and I'm very thankful for it, to make rhyming much easier (not a fact).

Most of the younger generation will advise you to pass by here during a short stay in Romania. It's a buzzing city with a great night life - or so I had heard. But travelling as slowly as I have been, I landed in the the famed Student-City in the middle of the summer. When all the students are with mum and dad, or, going commando at the Vama Veche beach. (fact)

Landing in "Cluj" in the Summer is a bit like going to a strip bar on Christmas day. It's usually a bit more crowded than this. Although, I've never been to a strip bar on Christmas day, so this might not be the most accurate comparison. Or to any strip bar actually, ever... I should choose my analogies better. (also, fact)

 
 

Pictured above, a few snaps from Cluj-Napoca and myself, trying and failing to think of good analogies for this blog-post.

Never mind that though, because here, I was blessed to receive the hospitality of a few wonderful locals. And by locals I mean, students from somewhere else that were spending their Summer there. So, fortunately for me, there was lots of learning and exploring on the programm. Most of which has been bundled up in the almost famous Ukulele Road Trips Podcast !!

Listen to the UkuRT Podcast - Episode Seven - Student City Cluj! With Anna, Ana-Maria and Natalia.

Behold! An immense amount of fun with language-knowledge, exploring, and singing a plenty. Much wow! You should probably download it for your next 40-minute bus/car/lorry/drone ride. Just saying.

During my stay, I popped down with my ukulele to nearby city Turda, to visit something very special. There, you can enter the depths of the earth and explore a breath-taking (out-of-use) salt mine, where you can... play bowling, ping-pong and row on a boat a bit. There is a  little "Salina Turda mines" chat in the podcast, and maybe, even a song inspired by it. So, before I make my way, to my last Transylvanian stop, I'll leave you with a few of its lyrics:

from the depth of the earth and my soul comes this song, where I invite you underground to play ping-pong, holding your salty hand I will lead you on a boat, asking you as the chilled air clears my throat, won't you be mine...

if your answer is a shake of the head, make me a tomb of salt, I'd rather, rather be dead. So show me I beg you a different sign, as the nervous drops of sodium chloride trickle down my spine, won't you be mine...

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A little break - Sibiel, Romania

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A little break - Sibiel, Romania

I hope you are sitting comfortably. In some grass under the afternoon sun preferably. Though a comfy sofa or a rocking chair will do just fine.  For I am about to talk to you about a place of calm.  The little village of Sibiel. And to stay here a short while is as refreshing as a cold bucket of water from one of the local wells.

 
The heat calls for a little blue Ukulele Bath

The heat calls for a little blue Ukulele Bath

 

Sibiel was a welcomed break, not only because I needed to recover emotionally from how little albums I had sold, but for it's authentic countryside feel. The rhythm of horses and carts accompanying the soothing sound of the river, which follows the main street through the village, is almost meditative. And by main street, I mean the only street. The old church building as well as the very special couple of "Troiţă" confer to the place something typically Romanian in this region with strong German heritage. The old paint of these small and beautiful Troiţă-s is fading away, but you can see inside the walls which protect the wooden cross, paintings and writing in Cyrillic, the alphabet used in Romania beofre the 1860s. Glancing inside these small constructions in this calm little village confers a slight sensation of time travel.

The main Sibiel experience is however not on these calm streets, but walking into nature. A couple of hours hiking with wild flowers and complementary berries the whole way, will take you up very special "Wild Heights".

 
 

Having escaped from the clutches of dark forests and packs of wolves, once back down to the village, you can visit the biggest collection of painted icons on glass in the country. I'm not sure how much I should recommend this though. Mainly because they all look like they were painted by promising 5 year olds. But that could be part of the symbol. To find true spirituality, we may have to reconnect with our inner-child. Just a thought.

The best surprise, culturally as well, came from a most unexpected of sources: a little "pension", a type of family run affordable hotel. The "Mioritica" pension, on top of having one of the nicest gardens I have encountered on these travels, has a little museum of communism. I will share with you a couple of pictures taken in the little shed in the garden, which houses relics of this past era. Something even the city of Bucharest hasn't had the audacity to do yet.

 
 

Isn't this nice? Thank you very much for reading, feel free to leave a comment if you enjoy these posts, or if you just managed to read the whole thing today. Always much appreciated. Anywho, it is thanks to precious help that I am now back on my way! Next stop,

 
Hitchhiking. North please.

Hitchhiking. North please.

 

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