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Charlie. That’s what we called the old Antonov AN-2 sparaying the beach in Mamaia, Black Sea Coast, Romania, waaaaay back in 1974 when on holiday there with my fiancee and parents. Well, guess what? There’s an old AN-2
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Charlie. That’s what we called the old Antonov AN-2 sparaying the beach in Mamaia, Black Sea Coast, Romania, waaaaay back in 1974 when on holiday there with my fiancee and parents. Well, guess what? There’s an old AN-2
Imagine this: an everyday street in Romania with the entrance to the local cemetery, an a few flower shops next to it. Ofcourse, the ideal place to sell flowers and flower arrangements to the grieving visitors. The arranged flowers
Just a heads-up for frequent visitors….. Nina and I will be heading east again for our yearly Romania Pilgrimage, visiting her brother and some other relatives. We’ll be crossing a large part of Europe in our little van and
Yup, it’s that time of year again, when everything starts itching… and even the sun comes out from time to time 🙂 We can’t complain, really, had a VERY warm end of April already. And Nina has done HER bit
How’s that for a regularly maintained blog, eh? No wonder visitors are few and far between. Fortunately I don’t need to make any money with this one ! 😉 Seriously, folks, I’ve had Internet access twice here, and been pretty
Yeah, it’s that time of the year again… already. Nina is stuffing suitcases and bags full of clothes and food she bought, expecting me to cram it all in the Jeep once more. And then we’re off to our grueling
Last day in Romania today. Temps have gone up to 34 C and we’re melting (well, I am !). Will remain like this for some days, so I am glad to leave tomorrow. Hope Vienna is more accommodating the
It really seems like yesterday that I logged off the Internet, got on the bike and rode to Frankfurt and Mainz, Germany, only to pass there again 3 days later on our way to far-away Romania. And that’s where we
Nina started to make her way back home from Deva, Romania, early this morning. I myself woke up with somewhat of a hangover after the 2 glasses of white wine at our friends Saskia and Gert-Jan last night. No, I