Sucha Bela Gorge and waterfalls.

A simple walk up a river valley/gorge. What could be easier I thought.
So off we set just after lunch. A nice gentle start lulled us into a sense of well being.
 
 
 
 
Not for long as we found that we were walking actually in the river.
Not very deep but tricky walking. I managed to take a tumble in the first section as I jumped from stone to stone.
Not actually having broken anything important Sarah urged me on/
 
 
Our first step ladder appeared.
 
 
Then another.
 

 
By now it was getting trickier.
 

 
And ever more vertiginous.
 
 
Not for the faint hearted this one. No handholds.
 
 
Made it.
 
 
Just hanging around for Sarah to catch up.
 
 
There she is.
 

 
 More ladders.
 

 
Taking the mickey now.
 



 
Great scenery.
 

 
A bit wobbly this one.
 

 
We finally made it to the source of the river after two hours and forty minutes of climbing.
Only four kilometres and an altitude climb of 400 meters.
But what an experience. Never done anything like it. It was amazing.
The walk down was tame by comparison but still took another hour and a half of gravel track, downhill walking.
Needed  a very large G&T when I got back.
 


Mocanita " Log fired" steam Railway

Having spent the night in the camper stop at the train station we boarded our train at 9.00am
This train was originally a forestry railroad for bringing timber out of the Carpathian forest and still runs with four Log fired Steam trains for tourists.
There are also worker trains which are diesel and journey further up the Vaser valley to deliver workmen an collect timber.
It is the last Forest railway in Europe still operating and is narrow gauge to cope with the sharp curves.
 
 
 
 






 
  Nowadays there is a lorry track which cannot really be described as a road, more a farm lane which runs parallel to the river, sometimes crossing the river and sometimes driving along the river bed. I kid you not.
 


 
Enjoying a Donut  made on the train at our first stop.
 

 
Sarah spotted the Engine driver's muscles.

 
A really good bit of the lorry track



 
Sarah spotted a walk into the hills which had a big sign saying CLOSED as it was unsafe.
What a mistake. Red Rag to Bull springs to mind. So off we went up the valley.
We did finally get round the track much to my surprise.
 




 
This is one spot where the lorry track crossed the quite fast flowing river.

 
What a brilliant day we had.
We got chatting to some lovely people on the way back and exchanged details.
A lovely end to our Romanian visit. We leave in the morning bound for the Hungarian border.


Painted Monasteries and Wooden Churches

 
Leaving our camp site we head up the valley to Moldovita.
 

 
This was the first of our Painted Monasteries at Moldovita.
The church is set in a rectangular walled compound.
Now a Nunnery.
The Church in the centre is painted with stories from the Bible and like all of the Monasteries we are going to see today, were  painted in the Fifteenth century.
The interiors are also highly decorated but photography is forbidden.
 


 
On route to our next stop we met Ernie the local Milkman.
Of course with Trigger.
 
 
This contraption housed several beehives and seemed to be a common site in this area.
 

 
Climbing further up the valley we get to our next stop at Sucevita.
A little more commercialised this time but still well worth a visit as the paintings are very well preserved.
 





 
This horse was sneaking a nibble at the hay its owners were collecting.
 
 
Beautiful to see this total throw back in time  All harvested by hand and loaded onto Stooks.
 
 
 
 
Humor Monastery.
This was in a very peaceful setting, within the grounds there was a tower you could climb to get some great views of the surrounding buildings.
 



 
Next in line was Voronets
 
 
This has a wonderful wall depicting scenes from biblical texts.
 


 
This an example of some of the ornate houses on our route.
 


 
Believe it or not this was a Bus shelter.
 


 
Once again the road deteriorated slightly.
On route to Marmures with its wooden churches.
 


 
We stopped for the night near Borsa at Camping Laura Borsa.
Next morning we began to search for the churches.
 
 
This happened to be Sunday and all the churches were doing good business, so much so that being quite small interiors, most of the congregation were praying outside in the grounds.
Most of the Ladies were in Full Traditional dress.
 
 
Going down through a very pleasant valley we passed many of these churches of which there are about one Hundred in the region.
 







 
The end of another busy day and after braving a terrific storm we arrived at Viseu de Sus train station for our nights stopover  before the Steam Train journey tomorrow.