tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40179182189575371922012-02-09T20:40:40.297+02:00Cronica unei calatorii...Sau o incursiune in tara cu multi de W...Dulca Codrut- Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11600769930284246441noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017918218957537192.post-90943032068148099402100-04-28T12:19:00.000+03:002010-09-01T23:26:59.868+03:00<span style="font-family: arial;">Salut,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">pentru cei care nu ma cunosc, ma cheama Codrut, am 23 ani si de cand ma stiu mi-a placut sa calatoresc cu trenul...pana cum doar in Romania. Am vazut Sibiul, Iasiul, Bucurestiul, am facut chiar si turul Romaniei cu trenul, insa dorinta cea mai mare este sa fac o calatorie cu transsiberianul...si nu doar pentru a bea o cafea...Prietenii stiu de ce...:) Lucrez in telefonia mobila (firma nu se spune, se stie...).<br />Doresc sa mai spun faptul ca acest blog nu este realizat cu scopul de a ma lauda sau de a-mi face reclama, ci in special pentru prietenii mei, care asteapta cu nerabdare finalul, si carora doresc sa le multumesc pe aceasta cale...Cifrele si localitatile a caror nume apar in acest blog sunt reale, prin afisarea lor dorind a da o nota cat mai realista calatoriei...Din dorinta de a face acest jurnal cat mai usor de inteles si de citit, il voi imparti pe capitole...Daca vi se pare plictisitor, nu va obliga nimeni sa va pierdeti timpul citindu-l...Pozele prezentate in acest material apartin in mod exclusiv autorului acestui blog...</span>Doresc a mai preciza ca primele doua parti sunt scrise <strong>inainte</strong> de efectuarea acestei calatorii si prezinta atat imprejurarile cat si faptele exact asa cum s-au petrecut in realitate, pana in data imbarcarii in tren...<br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Internetul este poate cea mai importanta sursa de informatii care exista la ora actuala, cuprinzand absolut toate domeniile...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Prin urmare, aceasta "panza de paianjen" la nivel mondial poate fi si un mod foarte interesant sa cunosti persoane din toate colturile lumii...Desi sunt de parere ca aceste legaturi se rezuma, poate, la un dialog extrem de scurt, ceea ce urmeaza poate fi catalogat ca o experienta unica...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">In ziua de azi, printre tineri, se afla la moda site-ul HI5...poate multi dintre noi nu ii dam o atentie atat de mare, dar tocmai acest site m-a condus spre o lume pe care nu stiu daca as fi vazut-o vreodata...Zis si facut...Stiti povestea: profile, poze, comment-uri si alte nebuneli d-astea...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Absolut din intamplare, am cunoscut pe cineva...o persoana cu totul altfel decat mine, cu alte preocupari si alte obiceiuri...ceea ce a urmat s-a succedat cu o rapiditate uimitoare: de la cateva mesaje banale pe acelasi HI5, urmate de Yahoo messenger, Skype si alte asemenea, pana la schimbarea numerelor de telefon...Cum nu mai fusesem niciodata intr-o astfel de situatie, credeam ca totul nu va fi decat o simpla furtuna intr-un pahar cu apa...Insa, aveam sa ma insel...si inca cum... </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Trebuie sa recunosc ca nu mai fusesem niciodata in Europa si nici nu intrezaream vreo posibilitate de a pleca in viitorul apropiat...Mai avusesem o incercare in Dubai, ramasa insa fara rezultat...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial;">Aceasta legatura s-a dovedit insa o prietenie veritabila, iar de aici pana la lansarea invitatiei nu a fost decat un pas...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017918218957537192-9094303206814809940?l=ghioane007.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dulca Codrut- Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11600769930284246441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017918218957537192.post-42673793494132779562100-04-27T13:50:00.000+03:002010-09-01T23:32:34.419+03:00Mai jos, biletul cu care voi face aceasta calatorie... <br /><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329713238178557506" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/Sfbx87xUbkI/AAAAAAAAABI/vfGd8w3Pe28/s320/scan.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 134px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /> </div><div>Si rezervarile...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShjL_Ub96QI/AAAAAAAAATM/JuUW-jSI8Lc/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339241646925932802" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShjL_Ub96QI/AAAAAAAAATM/JuUW-jSI8Lc/s320/scan0001.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 276px;" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShjLylCI2JI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qkdu8WYQXOw/s1600-h/scan.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339241428042700946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShjLylCI2JI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qkdu8WYQXOw/s320/scan.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 265px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Graficul traseului arata cam asa: Caransebes- Timisoara- Arad- Oradea- Biharkeresztes- Szolnok- Budapest Keleti- Sturovo- Bratislava- Kuty- Breclav- Ostrava- Zebrzydowice- Oswiecim- Trzebinia- Krakow...si retur bineinteles...<br />Trebuie sa precizez ca gandul unei asemenea calatorii a ridicat multe semne de intrebare in mintea mea: mijloc de transport, acte necesare, posibilitatea unei "tzepe" (stabilisem cu persoana respectiva ca ea sa ma astepte in gara), etc...<br />Sa o luam insa cu inceputul:<br />In ceea ce priveste mijlocul de transport, oscilam intre avion si tren...autocarul nu l-am luat in considerare pentru ca nu agreez acest mijloc de transport. Dupa o "lupta pshihologica", si un search pe Google m-am oprit la tren. Probabil va intrebati care a fost motivul acestei alegeri...poate faptul ca provin dintr-o familie de CFR-isti si sunt obisnuit sa calatoresc cu trenul pe distante mari (pana acum doar in tara) a contat in alegerea facuta...<br />Cu toate ca avionul era mai ieftin (cca 500 RON) si facea cam 4 ore, am preferat o calatorie de 26 ore si un cost putin peste 700 RON...fiindca era prima calatorie in afara granitelor, doream sa vad cat mai multe locuri, ceea ce din avion nu se poate...acest fapt a fost decisiv. Aveam tot timpul din lume...<br />O data mijlocul de transport gasit, urma achizitionarea biletului. Din nou, zis si facut: ma duc la gara, dau frumos "Saru` mana". Vanzatoarea, fiind foarte amabila, ma intreaba ce vreau...La auzul destinatiei dorite de mine, am observat surprinderea de pe chipul dumneaei, urmata de o clipa de tacere...apoi vine si raspunsul: "Unde vine asta?"...dupa cateva explicatii, si un telefon dat nu stiu unde, iata-ma cu biletul in mana...Insa problema e departe de a fi rezolvata! Ajung acasa, bucuros nevoie mare, unde constat cu stupoare ca existau niste "mici" imperfectiuni in ceea ce priveste ruta inscrisa pe bilet...le spun "mici" deoarece, dupa cum aveam sa aflu mai tarziu, calatoria mea s-ar fi oprit la Budapesta...trist dar adevarat.<br />Dupa un alt drum la gara, alte doua telefoane si scuzele de rigoare, iata-ma cu biletul cel corect...nici mai mult nici mai putin decat 495,87 RON pentru Oradea-Krakow-Oradea (calaculatorul de international al CFR nu vedea ruta corecta din Budapesta daca plecarea se facea din Caransebes)...au urmat rezervarile, cate 13,08 RON pt Oradea-Budapesta si Budapesta-Oradea si 87,40, respectiv 85,60 pentru Budapesta-Krakow si Krakow-Budapesta (nu exista vagon clasa pe aceasta ruta), la cuseta cu 4 paturi...<br />Apoi au urmat, pasaportul si asigurarea medicala, care au urcat costurile aproape de 1000 RON...si totul pentru o calatorie de 5 zile, cu tot cu drumul...asta inseamna 3 zile de stat acolo, in care trebuia sa ajung si la Auschwitz...am uitat sa mentionez ca timpul efectiv petrecut acolo este de 3 zile?...imi cer scuze...:)</div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="justify">Dar pana la plecare mai este destul timp, si intrebarile continua sa existe...Primul drum international in Europa, singur, cu trenul...Aruncat intr-o mare de oameni necunoscuti, de la ultimul vagon voi privi cum Romania ramane in spate, in fata asternandu-se un tinut cunoscut doar din hartile de geografie...Ce va fi pe drum?...Ce va fi la capat?...o intrebare fara de care aceasta calatorie nu ar avea loc...</div><div><br />Pana una-alta, timpul se scurge pe langa mine, purtand raspunsurile mult asteptate...</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div 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Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11600769930284246441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017918218957537192.post-74245410486400973862100-04-26T08:50:00.001+03:002011-04-16T00:44:16.015+03:00Gata...am fost, am vazut, am venit...stiu ca sunteti nerabdatori sa aflati ce s-a intamplat mai departe...sa incep:<br /><br />11.05.2009 ora 22.00<br /><br />Ziua asteptata a venit...imi fac bagajul, adica un rucsac, in care arunc cateva haine, asigurarea medicala, un prosop...imi iau pasaportul, biletul de tren, banii, telefoanele si le pun in borsetutza...mai sunt aproape 5 ore...mai stau putin pe internet si ma bag la somn...<br /><br />12.05.2009 ora 3.00<br /><br />Ceasul suna la ora 3.00 fix...ma dau cu greu jos din pat, ma spal, mananc, ma imbrac, imi sarut mama si fratele si la 3.35 ies pe usa...ajung la gara (care e la cca 300 m)...trenul personal spre Timisoara pleaca la 3.57 si era la peron...lume foarte putina la o ora asa de matinala, incat ii puteam numara pe degete cu usurintza...mai am timp pentru o poza...trag aer adanc in piept si sar in tren...<br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337474137689444194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKEcvbQT2I/AAAAAAAAADU/BcoOvsn_4oA/s320/DSC00633.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /><br /><br />12.05.2009 ora 3.57<br /><br />Megafonul din gara anunta plecarea trenului...impegatul iese, ridica paleta..."gata, am plecat" gandesc eu...trenul se urneste exact la ora prevazuta si o ia incet spre Timisoara...<br /><br />12.05.2009 ora 6.13<br /><br />Personalul ajunge in Timisoara Nord plin de lume, copii...aveam de stat 1 ora si 40 minute...ma intalnesc cu tata, care venea de la lucru, bem o cafea, dupa care fiecare isi vede de drumul lui...el acasa, eu spre Polonia...<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKGIOgf7jI/AAAAAAAAADc/_Kaofofvnr8/s1600-h/DSC00635.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337475984278941234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKGIOgf7jI/AAAAAAAAADc/_Kaofofvnr8/s320/DSC00635.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />IC 592 Timisoara-Bucuresti Nord<br /><br /><br />12.05.2009 ora 7.40<br /><br />Acceleratul de Oradea trage la peron...e de fapt o sageata albastra...lumea urca, aerul conditional nu functioneaza...<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKGh8IuYPI/AAAAAAAAADk/ppmDjxfmdGo/s1600-h/DSC00640.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476426023985394" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKGh8IuYPI/AAAAAAAAADk/ppmDjxfmdGo/s320/DSC00640.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKG7kTCuoI/AAAAAAAAADs/iqObxTojOts/s1600-h/DSC00642.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476866301409922" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKG7kTCuoI/AAAAAAAAADs/iqObxTojOts/s320/DSC00642.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />Acceleratul spre Oradea in Timisoara Nord...<br /><br />dupa o ora, trenul ajunge in Arad...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKMkIqErHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JVVGFWNvyyo/s1600-h/DSC00646.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337483060814589042" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKMkIqErHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/JVVGFWNvyyo/s320/DSC00646.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br />cartierul Micalaca...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKM0DTbMqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QKioxeGAd-0/s1600-h/DSC00648.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337483334255325858" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKM0DTbMqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QKioxeGAd-0/s320/DSC00648.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />sageata albastra in gara Arad...<br /><br />pana la Oradea, nimic interesant...<br /><br />12.05.2009 ora 10.40<br /><br />Trenul intra in gara Oradea...iau tramvaiul si plec spre bunica...restul zilei se rezuma la intalniri cu prietenii si plimbari prin oras...cateva poze mai jos...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKNEQT17QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NKZUS2UxMmE/s1600-h/DSC00654.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337483612624645378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKNEQT17QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NKZUS2UxMmE/s320/DSC00654.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKNSxe_75I/AAAAAAAAAEM/m4WdP4t6zgo/s1600-h/DSC00655.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337483862047977362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKNSxe_75I/AAAAAAAAAEM/m4WdP4t6zgo/s320/DSC00655.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />Oradea vazuta de pe dealul Ciuperca...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKNcu1RNsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Yxfhww4J8JU/s1600-h/DSC00656.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337484033134769858" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKNcu1RNsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Yxfhww4J8JU/s320/DSC00656.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKNmwePOZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CF9FvzUalZs/s1600-h/DSC00657.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337484205373733266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKNmwePOZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CF9FvzUalZs/s320/DSC00657.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />centrul orasului...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017918218957537192-7424541048640097386?l=ghioane007.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dulca Codrut- Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11600769930284246441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017918218957537192.post-69980345624236393712100-04-25T10:04:00.002+03:002011-04-16T00:48:56.339+03:0013.05.2009 dimineatza<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Ma trezesc devreme...nu stiu daca din obisnuinta sau din nerabdare...mananc, beau cafeaua, fac o baie, mai vb cu bunica, orice numai sa treaca timpul...</div><div><br />13.05.2009 ora 14.00</div><div></div><div></div><div>Ma imbrac, imi iau borsetutza, rucsacul, o sarut pe bunica, si plec spre tramvai...mai mai ca nu ma doare capul de ganduri si emotii...urc in tramvai si in 20 minute sunt la gara...mai arunc o ultima privire la acte, bani, telefon...totul e in regula...trenul de Budapesta, cu plecare la 15.07 e undeva in grupa tehnica...</div></div><div></div><div>gara Oradea...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKPsnASkZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kOIFUQ4HurI/s1600-h/DSC00665.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337486504934674834" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKPsnASkZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kOIFUQ4HurI/s320/DSC00665.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />13.05.2009 ora 14.50</div><div><br /></div><div>In sfarsit, rapidul 412 Oradea-Budapest Keleti este tras la peron...continui sa imi fac curaj spunandu-mi ca am ajuns pana aici si ca nu pot da inapoi...are 3 vagoane, garnitura ungureasca cu aer conditionat, formata din 2 vagoane de clasa a 2-a si un vagon jumate clasa 1, jumate clasa 2...caldura insuportabila din interior nu face decat sa-mi accenuteze durerea de cap...</div><div><br />trenul spre necunoscut...R 412...</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKP-SgJbuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PKvLsv-DlSs/s1600-h/DSC00667.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337486808668794594" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKP-SgJbuI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PKvLsv-DlSs/s320/DSC00667.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKYLEghRnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0A-O0Ll9dUU/s1600-h/DSC00675.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337495824343582322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKYLEghRnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0A-O0Ll9dUU/s320/DSC00675.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br />vagonul 261 al H-START, tip Bpmz...</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKQpzUzicI/AAAAAAAAAE8/W2tk-1ZC2wc/s1600-h/DSC00669.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337487556213967298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKQpzUzicI/AAAAAAAAAE8/W2tk-1ZC2wc/s320/DSC00669.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a></div><div></div><div>13.05.2009 ora 15.07</div><div><br /></div><div>Megafonul statiei anunta in romana si engleza numarul trenului si directia acestuia...constat cu stupoare ca sunt singurul calator...nu apuc sa ma dezmeticesc si in 5 minute ajungem la statia de frontiera Episcopia Bihor, unde urca si Politia de Frontiera...</div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337489155017447218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKSG3VQlzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/L1k1m_8nqAo/s320/DSC00907.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Mi-am pregatit documentele, in speta biletul si pasaportul...nu mica i-a fost mirarea politistului cand a observat ca, in sfarsit, calatoreste cineva cu acest tren...mi se cere pasaportul...dupa o foarte scurta privire aruncata in document, il primesc inapoi...dupa care nimic...nu sunt intrebat nici unde ma duc, nici in ce scop, absolut nimic...dupa o scurta discutie cu politistul, purtata la scara vagonului, de unde e facuta si poza de mai sus, paleta se ridica si trenul porneste spre Ungaria...</div><div>Dupa 10-15 minute de mers cu viteza melcului intram in Biharkeresztes... </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKThpcIE0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/u02psSnOIbA/s1600-h/DSC00906.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337490714656248642" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKThpcIE0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/u02psSnOIbA/s320/DSC00906.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKTunNxyRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OxURcZlMWRY/s1600-h/DSC00670.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337490937397496082" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKTunNxyRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/OxURcZlMWRY/s320/DSC00670.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>De aici situatia se schimba radical...aerul conditionat incepe sa mearga, mai urca ceva lume, toti cu bilete...totodata locomotiva si personalul romanesc se retrag pentru a se intoarce cu urmatorul tren spre Romania...de aici partea maghiara va prelua controlul...sunt verificat de catre politia maghiara, la fel de sumar, doar cu o privire in pasaport...doua femei mai in varsta incearca sa poarte o discutie cu mine, dar nestiind romana sau engleza iar eu maghiara, va dati seama ce a putut iesi...cred ca voiau sa ma intrebe unde merg, singurul lucru care l-am pronuntat fiind "Krakko"...citisem denumirea orasului in mai multe limbi, pentru orice eventualitate...la auzul destinatiei, babutele au facut niste ochi cat cepele de mari, pana la Budapesta nefiind nevoit sa ma mai angajez in vreo discutie...</div><div>In sfarsit, megafonul anunta in limba maghiara, din care nu am inteles decat "Budapest Keleti palyaudvar" si trenul se pune in miscare...trecusem de prima "frontiera"...mai aveam 3...sau cel putin asa gandeam atunci...pana la Puspokladany, trenul a oprit de vreo 5-6 ori...mai jos, gara Sap si intrarea pe magistrala...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKYtHOwHHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/368TqtoI16M/s1600-h/DSC00672.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337496409189915762" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKYtHOwHHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/368TqtoI16M/s320/DSC00672.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKY_YXLyBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1fE71ZNlKKo/s1600-h/DSC00673.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337496723026331666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKY_YXLyBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1fE71ZNlKKo/s320/DSC00673.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br />Ajungem la Puspokladany, unde intram pe magistrala Budapesta- Debrecen...stam cam 15 minute, prilej sa cobor pentru cateva poze...</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKZKCWCgDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IO6NQElTz-A/s1600-h/DSC00674.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337496906094510130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKZKCWCgDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IO6NQElTz-A/s320/DSC00674.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKZYq5v2uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RpkF7VBMQ4E/s1600-h/DSC00676.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337497157499869922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKZYq5v2uI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RpkF7VBMQ4E/s320/DSC00676.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Mai departe, trenul isi face drum prin campie spre capitala...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKae9M9xpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/D1Y7kvrkw3c/s1600-h/DSC00671.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337498365003155090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKae9M9xpI/AAAAAAAAAGM/D1Y7kvrkw3c/s320/DSC00671.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKa-YAt6UI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DP6GXAKGDzI/s1600-h/DSC00891.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337498904775485762" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKa-YAt6UI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DP6GXAKGDzI/s320/DSC00891.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Urmatoarea oprire...Szolnok...am prins si o EA apartinand probabil unei firme private... </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKcdBNa6QI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kSUWp-nqiX4/s1600-h/DSC00680.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337500530742323458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKcdBNa6QI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kSUWp-nqiX4/s320/DSC00680.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKcsqg0csI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M-NCudE0UoU/s1600-h/DSC00681.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337500799527580354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKcsqg0csI/AAAAAAAAAGk/M-NCudE0UoU/s320/DSC00681.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div></div><div>In apropiere de Budapesta...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKdKEURr0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/2S0VcSKs6Qs/s1600-h/DSC00683.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337501304670498626" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKdKEURr0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/2S0VcSKs6Qs/s320/DSC00683.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKdaWbK3gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NCZabhvRCp4/s1600-h/DSC00685.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337501584409157122" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKdaWbK3gI/AAAAAAAAAG0/NCZabhvRCp4/s320/DSC00685.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Dupa aproximativ 4 ore de la plecarea din Oradea, iata Budapesta si intrarea in Budapest Keleti palyaudvar...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKd2e-ceeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XYUloGfUUiQ/s1600-h/DSC00686.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337502067740932578" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKd2e-ceeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XYUloGfUUiQ/s320/DSC00686.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKeFQKKUzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Xh7O2XlH93E/s1600-h/DSC00689.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337502321461580594" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKeFQKKUzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Xh7O2XlH93E/s320/DSC00689.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 204px;" /></a></div><div></div><div>Prima parte, cea mai scurta a calatoriei, era pe sfarsite...</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br 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/></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017918218957537192-6998034562423639371?l=ghioane007.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dulca Codrut- Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11600769930284246441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017918218957537192.post-66487192690449449052100-04-24T15:17:00.001+03:002011-04-16T00:51:33.426+03:00Iata-ma in Budapesta...gara principala...unul din locurile de plecare a trenurilor internationale...un furnicar de oameni intr-o continua miscare...13 linii cu peron din care 4 intra in hala principala...<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Am coborat din tren ca si cum as fi fost de-al locului...desi strainii se vad dintr-o privire...aveam exact 1 ora si 42 minute pana la plecarea trenului de legatura...</div><br /><div>Budapest Keleti pu. </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKmRKv81_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/oKQvXbWS9hw/s1600-h/DSC00700.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337511322260920306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKmRKv81_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/oKQvXbWS9hw/s320/DSC00700.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKmcEmjb0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/1g8wgUR6M7c/s1600-h/DSC00692.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337511509589454658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKmcEmjb0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/1g8wgUR6M7c/s320/DSC00692.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKmnTtj2OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vYuZjYzrbzw/s1600-h/DSC00701.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337511702623934690" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKmnTtj2OI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vYuZjYzrbzw/s320/DSC00701.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKm0vbnEYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BMI-slWR8PU/s1600-h/DSC00695.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337511933403140482" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKm0vbnEYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BMI-slWR8PU/s320/DSC00695.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>M-am gandit sa raman in incinta garii, in speranta de a surprinde cate ceva din materialul rulant al vecinilor nostri...nu am avut prea mult de asteptat...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>o electrica a H-START...</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLMKax2bII/AAAAAAAAALU/whg8sEsRZKE/s1600-h/DSC00699.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337552987746626690" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLMKax2bII/AAAAAAAAALU/whg8sEsRZKE/s320/DSC00699.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>un OBB Taurus cu un tren din directia Wien...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKl7U5-rNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/f9IcoY67E_k/s1600-h/DSC00705.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337510947030215890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKl7U5-rNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/f9IcoY67E_k/s320/DSC00705.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br />Railjet...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKna6KuHwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q3aXbBLLEj8/s1600-h/DSC00690.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337512589120118530" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKna6KuHwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q3aXbBLLEj8/s320/DSC00690.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />sosiri si plecari Budapest Keleti...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKn2OqN1QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/533EGV5bOOQ/s1600-h/DSC00693.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337513058477397250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKn2OqN1QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/533EGV5bOOQ/s320/DSC00693.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />dupa catva timp observ, undeva pe o linie secundara, fara peron, si trenul meu, EN 476 "Metropol"...bineinteles ca nu am ezitat sa arunc o privire...</div><br /><div><br />Zagreb-Sankt Petersburg, apartinand RZD (cailor ferate ruse)...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKoikhfi9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/2CvCW_-RpCQ/s1600-h/DSC00707.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337513820260633554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKoikhfi9I/AAAAAAAAAIM/2CvCW_-RpCQ/s320/DSC00707.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>si un vagon modern, tot al RZD...Moscova-Budapest...</div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337514168132211426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKo20cikuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UENdgT7bCC4/s320/DSC00706.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /><br /><br />Trebuie sa mentionez ca megafonul statiei vorbea incontinuu, insa trenurile internationale sunt anuntate si in limba engleza...tocmai atunci, se pregatea sa plece Tisza Express spre Moscova via Zahony-Chop-Kiev, motiv pt care m-am grabit sa trag niste poze...iata ce am putut sa pozez:</div><br /><div>vagon de dormit RZD in relatia Budapesta-Moscova...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKqFPtR7KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CjRDf7dw8mo/s1600-h/DSC00696.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337515515479977122" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKqFPtR7KI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CjRDf7dw8mo/s320/DSC00696.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><div>...si un WLABm al UZ (caile ferate ucrainene) in relatia Budapesta-Lvov...</div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKqcKqBk4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q2h2gZ5_jzk/s1600-h/DSC00697.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337515909261136770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKqcKqBk4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/Q2h2gZ5_jzk/s320/DSC00697.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div>Am ramas frumos impresionat de insotitorii de vagon, acestia purtand uniforme specifice cailor ferate de care apartineau...si de faptul ca, in cazul in care vreun tren prezinta intarziere, se cer scuze calatorilor pt asta si pentru inconvenientele create...la noi intarzie 5 ore si nimeni nu zice nimic...</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017918218957537192-6648719269044944905?l=ghioane007.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dulca Codrut- Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11600769930284246441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017918218957537192.post-9406734362298514842100-04-23T15:56:00.001+03:002011-04-16T00:53:17.735+03:00<div><div><div><div><div>Timpul trece si trenul este tras cu intarziere la peron...si asta datorita R374 Pannonia, Bucuresti Nord-Budapesta, care avea un vagon direct in relatia Bucuresti-Praga...</div><br /><div>Trenul EN 476 cirucla pe relatia Budapesta-Berlin Wansee...</div><div>Acest tren are vagoane pentru Moscova, Praga, Berlin, Varsovia, Cracovia si Bucuresti...pentru un tren international ce se preteaza a fi, acest "20-57" convertit in vagon cuseta al PKP, nu poate fi decat o pata cenusie...</div><div></div><div>cuseta PKP (Polskie Koleje Panstwowe) cu care am calatorit...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKt-mbvYFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XAuxj8h2zZQ/s1600-h/DSC00708.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337519799367852114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKt-mbvYFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XAuxj8h2zZQ/s320/DSC00708.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKuUmpTfTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yWFRoGQG_GU/s1600-h/DSC00709.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337520177381866802" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKuUmpTfTI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yWFRoGQG_GU/s320/DSC00709.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><div>si interiorul...aratand mult mai bine decat pe dinafara...</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKurovg1_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZfQM_RHmxyM/s1600-h/DSC00711.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337520573081769970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKurovg1_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZfQM_RHmxyM/s320/DSC00711.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKu3CusATI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uFKWmmu5uU4/s1600-h/DSC00869.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337520769036190002" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKu3CusATI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uFKWmmu5uU4/s320/DSC00869.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br />Ramura de Cracovia consta in acest vagon cuseta si inca un WLAB ceva mai modern al PKP...trasa e putin ciudata, ele urmand a fi detasate la Breclav si atasate la D203 "Chopin" pe distanta Breclav-Bohumin, unde se atasau la D200 "Silesia" Praha-Krakow...</div><div></div><div>Sa revin la calatorie...</div><div>Ma prezint frumos la insotitorul de vagon, un polonez amuzant, dau rezervarea si biletul si urc...Speranta de a fi singur in cuseta s-a naruit destul de repede...am aflat ca urma sa am ca tovarasi de calatorie un cuplu de australieni aflati in vacanta prin Europa...Peter si Madeleine...cand au auzit ca sunt din Romania au inceput sa ma intrebe diverse chestii, incepand de la moneda nationala si pana la starea economiei si nivelul de trai...stiti accentul acela australian? combinat cu engleza mea rezulta o conversatie foarte interesanta, urmata de diverse semne...totul a culminat cu o sticla de vin australian de cea mai buna calitate, si o discutie aprinsa intre cei doi...</div><div>Intre timp, trenul plecase din Budapesta de ceva timp, via Bratislava-Breclav-Ostrava-Bohumin-Krakow...</div><div></div><div>Ceva poze de pe drum...imi cer scuze pentru calitatea proasta...si pentru ca cei de la WARS (un fel de GEVARO la noi, cei care se ocupa cu administrarea vagoanelor de dormit si cuseta) nu prea isi spala geamurile...</div><br /><br /><div>Sturovo, intrarea in Slovacia...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKy55FyKHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ezj3FtohQl8/s1600-h/DSC00714.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337525216034826354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKy55FyKHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ezj3FtohQl8/s320/DSC00714.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><div>Bratislava hlavna stanica, linia 1, EN 476 spre Berlin...</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKzUEDOgCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/J-WBOFLmpUU/s1600-h/DSC00717.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337525665653489698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKzUEDOgCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/J-WBOFLmpUU/s320/DSC00717.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><div>Fiind un pic obosit, iar australienii mei cu chef de somn, m-am pus la sa visez la ce va fi dimineatza...</div><div>Bineinteles ca nu am putut dormi prea mult si m-am trezit...cand ma uit pe geam, iata-ne ajunsi si la Breclav, in Republica Ceha...</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKz3kRXN0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ORd3cQ_ct9M/s1600-h/DSC00719.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337526275598137154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShKz3kRXN0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ORd3cQ_ct9M/s320/DSC00719.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><div>A urmat o repriza de somn...</div><div></div><div>Ostrava Svinov...</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShK0Nkqz-XI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KAPWfsY_vMk/s1600-h/DSC00720.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337526653662001522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShK0Nkqz-XI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KAPWfsY_vMk/s320/DSC00720.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><div>Din nou somn de voie...de data aceasta m-am trezit indeva in Polonia...daca mi-aduc bine aminte era Libiaz...viteza era infiorator de mica, undeva la 50-60 km/h...bine ca macar aveau linie dubla...infrastructura lor nu se poate lauda, existand inca macaze cu brat...cine se pricepe stie despre ce vorbesc...nici macar acel "tac-tac" al rotilor de tren nu are o cadenta sau un ritm anume...</div><div>De data aceasta, un filmulet, la intrarea trenului in statia Krakow Glowny...destinatia mea, de altfel...</div><div></div><div><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4dc290d5d844719d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" 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/></div>Dulca Codrut- Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11600769930284246441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017918218957537192.post-59895097956791697602100-04-22T17:00:00.001+03:002011-04-16T00:57:41.388+03:00Lung a fost drumul pana aici...1300 km cu aproximatie...cel mai indepartat punct de casa...<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Ca in orice loc unde nu ai mai fost niciodata, cauti acele pictograme care iti spun unde e schimbul valutar, casa de bilete, iesirea, etc...zis si facut...</div><div>Trebuie sa mentionez ca acest oras are nu mai putin de 14 gari si halte care poarta numele de Krakow...impresionant, nu?</div><div>gara principala...Krakow Glowny...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShK90YHMzdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/pEPlplE8tnU/s1600-h/DSC00728.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337537215910956498" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShK90YHMzdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/pEPlplE8tnU/s320/DSC00728.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />Din cate vorbisem cu Sonia, trebuia sa ne intalnim in piata din spatele garii...numai ca eu am iesit pe o strada oarecare, fara vreo piata in apropiere...si asta urmand pictogramele...<br />Eram imbracat in pantaloni scurti si un tricou, deoarece in Romania fusese cald in momentul plecarii...numai ca am observat ca la ora 6.30 dimineata era orice numai cald nu...</div><div>Deci iata-ma intr-un oras complet strain, fara speranta vreunui ajutor, incurcand iesirile si nimerind intr-un loc necirculat, cel putin la acea ora...simteam ca imi cade ceva in cap...cum nu puteam sta pe loc deoarece riscam sa ma congelez incet dar sigur si cu intrebari de genul "cine m-a pus?" si "ce caut eu aici?" am hotarat sa gasesc nenorocita aia de piata...o iau in dreapta si dupa vreo 500 metri realizez ca nu poate fi in directia asta...ma intorc si o iau in stanga...dupa vreo 10 minute de mers am reusit sa gasesc ceea ce cautam...</div><br /><div>primul impact cu orasul...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShK-abVLfOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/S01Tad6QBfc/s1600-h/DSC00729.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337537869609925858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShK-abVLfOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/S01Tad6QBfc/s320/DSC00729.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a></div><br /><div>Dar ajung in piata si nu e nimeni...semnul de intrebare de la "ce caut eu aici?" devine tot mai mare...m-am hotarat sa o sun...in situatii de astea il dai dracu de roaming si toate cele...nu mai conta decat un lucru...sa vina...fie ce o fi numai sa vina...sa nu devin cel mai mare papagal din lume...sau din Europa cel putin... :)<br />Gata...am vorbit...mai e putin si ajunge...vreo 2 ore...de stat singur cuc prin gara...timp in care cercetez imprejurimile garii...niste poze...<br /><br />gara vazuta din piata...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShK_hramabI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cpcvOM7pL-E/s1600-h/DSC00730.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337539093698341298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShK_hramabI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cpcvOM7pL-E/s320/DSC00730.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>o vedere de ansamblu a garii...</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShK_x0VHVjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rDpzvzahTIM/s1600-h/DSC00735.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337539370969159218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShK_x0VHVjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rDpzvzahTIM/s320/DSC00735.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />Galeria Krakowska...sau cel mai mare mall pe care l-am vazut...mai multe despre el un pic mai tarziu...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLHGO-kJ7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/dOFxFTKHiu8/s1600-h/DSC00731.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337547418301114290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLHGO-kJ7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/dOFxFTKHiu8/s320/DSC00731.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><div>In sfarsit, asteptarea se termina...e in fata mea...parca inca nu-mi venea sa cred ca fac asta...sau ca am facut asta...dupa ce am facut cunostinta (nu prea era nevoie ca ne stiam deja de o gramada de vreme) am plecat spre oras...sa ne cazam la hotel...sau hostel...ce o fi...</div><div>Incepuse sa mi se faca foame...dupa ce am mancat un kebab cu furculita (!?!?), ne-am cazat, am lasat bagajele in camera si am luat-o la pas prin oras...eu credeam ca ea cunoaste orasul si ne va fi usor...insa stateam amandoi si ne chinuiam sa citim o harta care nu prea concorda cu realitatea... :) </div><div>cateva obiective turistice...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLBEN9fNnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uMZXcg4jOOA/s1600-h/DSC00743.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337540786598655602" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLBEN9fNnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uMZXcg4jOOA/s320/DSC00743.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLBPCPAbsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0GSYHV9ZePU/s1600-h/DSC00744.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337540972429471426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLBPCPAbsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0GSYHV9ZePU/s320/DSC00744.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br />A urmat apoi castelul Wavel...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLGXumrdDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wGIvR30xJKw/s1600-h/DSC00745.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337546619337012274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLGXumrdDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wGIvR30xJKw/s320/DSC00745.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><div>intrarea in castel...totusi nu stiu care e treaba cu semaforul ala... :)</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLGqTx4JvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j3wEfYKQ-V0/s1600-h/DSC00748.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337546938553738994" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLGqTx4JvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j3wEfYKQ-V0/s320/DSC00748.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><div>Despre castelul asta sunt multe de spus...ca a fost al dinastiei de Jagiellonia...totul este intr-o ordine care te face sa crezi ca polonezii sunt de fapt nemti...curatenia e la ea acasa...te poti plimba prin curtea interioara nestingherit...din nou cateva poze...</div><br /><div>castelul Wavel: curtea interioara...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLIveO0dpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0KjsvB9RyI0/s1600-h/DSC00750.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337549226282088082" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLIveO0dpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0KjsvB9RyI0/s320/DSC00750.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLI4T58i5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/fepljH6Qut8/s1600-h/DSC00752.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337549378129005458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLI4T58i5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/fepljH6Qut8/s320/DSC00752.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div>In schimb, pentru a vizita castelul exista un fel de casa principala de unde poti cumpara bilet...in incinta castelului, adica armurarie, camerele regale, diversele sali existente, exista un anume traseu ce trebuie urmat de absolut toata lumea...fotografiatul in interior este interzis...se poate intra in schimb fara ghid...in fiecare camera exista o persoana din anturajul castelului care are grija ca regulile sa fie respectate...si aceste reguli chiar se respecta...</div><div>Dupa o astfel de plimbare care te face sa te crezi in Evul Mediu, am hotarat sa mergem sa vedem clopotul lui Sigismund...de Jagellonia, bineinteles...zis si facut...</div><br /><br /><div>Sigismund`s bell...</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLKVl_8QZI/AAAAAAAAALE/DQ6hiXYXQRs/s1600-h/DSC00753.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337550980713824658" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLKVl_8QZI/AAAAAAAAALE/DQ6hiXYXQRs/s320/DSC00753.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLKgILUMDI/AAAAAAAAALM/3_V-77tJ_q8/s1600-h/DSC00754.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337551161687027762" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShLKgILUMDI/AAAAAAAAALM/3_V-77tJ_q8/s320/DSC00754.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br />Dupa ce am vazut cripte, morminte de regi, altare, armuri, pusti, etc a venit si randul sa vedem dragonul care scuipa flacari...o poveste jumatate legenda, jumatate realitate...deoarece dragonul exista si chiar scuipa flacari...conform legendei, in caverna de langa castel se afla un dragon caruia trebuia sa ii se ofere la o anumita perioada de timp, fete, si care a fost ucis de catre un cioban...</div><br /><div>Cateva poze cu caverna si dragonul insusi... </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShL_6YpCzmI/AAAAAAAAALc/KQiBcUYsZUQ/s1600-h/DSC00762.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337609886899555938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShL_6YpCzmI/AAAAAAAAALc/KQiBcUYsZUQ/s320/DSC00762.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMAMGx89kI/AAAAAAAAALk/KfPfENlRCag/s1600-h/DSC00764.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337610191342728770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMAMGx89kI/AAAAAAAAALk/KfPfENlRCag/s320/DSC00764.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />scary stuff, huh? :) in dreapta, Codru` si dragonu`...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMA77KQb6I/AAAAAAAAALs/wBued-jC3Es/s1600-h/DSC00767.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337611012857163682" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMA77KQb6I/AAAAAAAAALs/wBued-jC3Es/s320/DSC00767.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMBb3zD9qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RWUdSs-EgHk/s1600-h/DSC00769.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337611561710384802" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMBb3zD9qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RWUdSs-EgHk/s320/DSC00769.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br />Dupa vizitarea partiala a castelului Wavel, am hotarat sa ne ducem in cartierul Kazimierz, cunoscut mai ales datorita ghetoului care a existat aici in al doilea razboi mondial...asa ca am luat aceeasi harta obtinuta de la un ghiseu de informatii pentru turisti si am pornit spre cealalta parte a orasului vechi...sau Stare Miasto in poloneza...</div><div>Insa nu inainte de a face o plimbare cu vaporasul pe Vistula...din nou poze...</div><br /><div>Vistula...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMB5B-KbuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/llYfbankMhw/s1600-h/DSC00776.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337612062657507042" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMB5B-KbuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/llYfbankMhw/s320/DSC00776.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMCLHpr_GI/AAAAAAAAAME/WfvI_uwJLJg/s1600-h/DSC00774.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337612373419883618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMCLHpr_GI/AAAAAAAAAME/WfvI_uwJLJg/s320/DSC00774.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />si castelul Wavel vazut de pe vaporas...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMCmaPuXLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TOTcmYzZ4o4/s1600-h/DSC00773.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337612842267729074" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMCmaPuXLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TOTcmYzZ4o4/s320/DSC00773.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />Din pacate, pana sa ajungem in Kazimierz, acumulatorii camerei s-au descarcat si nu am putut reproduce in fotografii cladirile pline de conotatii si simboluri, acei martori muti ai vremurilor razboiului si a faptelor barbare ce s-au petrecut in ghetoul Cracoviei...</div><div>In cele cateva fotografii care urmeaza, am incercat sa reproduc centrul orasului, una dintre cele mai mari piete din Europa, daca nu chiar cea mai mare...cu acel Sukiennice, un fel de bazar unde gasesti de toate pentru toti, la preturi fantastice...cu catedrala celebra pentru melodia care se aude din turnurile sale si se opreste brusc...</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMEjcTTZkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/97-lnviC7kg/s1600-h/DSC00782.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337614990303258178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMEjcTTZkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/97-lnviC7kg/s320/DSC00782.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMFIG7k_sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ArBf-nu8o5U/s1600-h/DSC00835.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337615620221763266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMFIG7k_sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ArBf-nu8o5U/s320/DSC00835.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> </div><br /><div><br />Sukiennice...</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMFlXFNdfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DjzqJQ4OJhA/s1600-h/DSC00783.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337616122773337586" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShMFlXFNdfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DjzqJQ4OJhA/s320/DSC00783.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>catedrala din centrul orasului...</div><a 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tren la 8.45...am plecat la gara, am luat bilet (cum altfel?), care a costat 11 zloty si ne-am urcat in tren...</div><div>Auschwitz-ul se afla la cca 60 km de Krakow...</div><div><br /></div><div>personalul Krakow- Chzechowice Dziedzice via Oswiecim...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOWr38djnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aZ_oWYyyXM0/s1600-h/DSC00788.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337775663860256370" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOWr38djnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/aZ_oWYyyXM0/s320/DSC00788.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />De fapt, personalele astea sunt un fel de tramvaie cu doua posturi de conducere...usile se inchid si se deschid automat, in functie de partea pe care e peronul...mai trebuie mentionat ca este interzisa trecerea liniilor, majoritatea garilor fiind prevazute cu pasarele sau pasaje subterane...</div><div><br /></div><div>in drum spre Auschwitz...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOXZCjEiZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jijmYEYpAPs/s1600-h/DSC00789.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337776439800662418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOXZCjEiZI/AAAAAAAAAM8/jijmYEYpAPs/s320/DSC00789.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Dupa exact 1 ora si 15 min personalul- tramvai ajunge in Oswiecim... </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOXp7j3PNI/AAAAAAAAANE/H2We458zlZc/s1600-h/DSC00793.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337776729982713042" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOXp7j3PNI/AAAAAAAAANE/H2We458zlZc/s320/DSC00793.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>De aici pana la Auschwitz 1 mergi cam 20-30 min...Auschwitz este denumirea germana a orasului Oswiecim...</div><div>Trebuie sa vezi Auschwitz-ul ca sa realizezi ce s-a intamplat acolo...locul continua sa fie obiectiv de pelerinaj pentru evreii din toata lumea...</div><div>Inainte de a vizita lagarul, iti este prezentat un film din arhiva lagarului, cu secvente care nu sunt prezentate in documentare la TV...nu stiu daca prezinta intotdeauna acelasi film...pelicula are o durata de 15-20 minute, menita parca sa te introduca in atmosfera atrocitatilor care au avut loc aici..</div><div>Dupa vizionare, te poti plimba pe unde vrei si sa intri in ce bloc vrei, atata timp cat vezi usa deschisa...</div><div>Nu stiu daca ati fost vreodata aici, dar, cand am intrat, am avut sentimentul ca milioane de ochi ma privesc tacuti...exista un sentiment de respect, dar si de apasare, pentru acest pamant, unde peste tot sunt dovezi ale crimelor comise de nazisti...</div><div>Macar o data in viata, fiecare ar trebui sa viziteze acest loc... </div><div><br /></div><div>celebra expresie ce troneaza la intrarea in Auschwitz 1...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOZvfSdRCI/AAAAAAAAANM/io0rfN1P7Yo/s1600-h/DSC00797.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337779024495985698" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOZvfSdRCI/AAAAAAAAANM/io0rfN1P7Yo/s320/DSC00797.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOZ3cy1ZfI/AAAAAAAAANU/x_np5QxE4cg/s1600-h/DSC00798.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337779161265432050" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOZ3cy1ZfI/AAAAAAAAANU/x_np5QxE4cg/s320/DSC00798.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />Aproape in fata fiecarui bloc exista un totem pe care sunt explicate scopul blocului si diferite evenimente ce s-au petrecut...in poloneza si engleza...exista posibilitatea luarii unui ghid, dar ce rost avea, cand puteai citi singur?...e adevarat ca ghizii stiu ceva mai mult decat informatiile afisate pe totemuri, insa nu stiu daca indeajuns de mult incat sa justifice zloty-ii perceputi ca taxe...apropo, nu se plateste intrare...</div><div><br /></div><div>cateva poze "printre blocuri"...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShObH92VqKI/AAAAAAAAANc/OE2To7JI8Uk/s1600-h/DSC00800.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337780544528033954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShObH92VqKI/AAAAAAAAANc/OE2To7JI8Uk/s320/DSC00800.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShObQXAvVOI/AAAAAAAAANk/cylgCXjKhAI/s1600-h/DSC00801.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337780688721499362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShObQXAvVOI/AAAAAAAAANk/cylgCXjKhAI/s320/DSC00801.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />Am decis sa intram...toata lumea respecta atat traseul de vizitare in bloc, cat si linistea...paradoxul este ca nu ai voie sa faci poze inauntru, dar toata lumea face :) prin urmare si eu...</div><div><br /></div><div>cutii goale de Zyklon B, gaz folosit la asasinarea in masa a evreilor...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShObs9-H6JI/AAAAAAAAANs/lu_f9yp5hXg/s1600-h/DSC00802.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337781180215847058" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShObs9-H6JI/AAAAAAAAANs/lu_f9yp5hXg/s320/DSC00802.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOcA9_hvbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GRU-lDxZ2hI/s1600-h/DSC00803.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337781523819118002" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOcA9_hvbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/GRU-lDxZ2hI/s320/DSC00803.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />cca 200 kg de par de om...mai exista si niste tesaturi din par de om, dar nu am putut sa la fotografiez...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOcWnxpIKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BExNMYyDz9o/s1600-h/DSC00804.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337781895812423842" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOcWnxpIKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BExNMYyDz9o/s320/DSC00804.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>camera de gazare de la Auschwitz 1...</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOcyJbBZSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/siEs0ypZJYE/s1600-h/DSC00816.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337782368700818722" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOcyJbBZSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/siEs0ypZJYE/s320/DSC00816.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div>Desigur ca am putea vorbi de Auschwitz multe zile la rand...si poze de pus ar mai fi...insa se stiu prea multe despre acest iad, unde, au pierit, numai la Auschwitz 1, circa 1 milion de evrei...</div><div>Fiecare tara care a avut de suferit de pe urma Auschwitz-ului are propria expozitie in blocul propriu...Romania, ca de fiecare data, trebuie sa fie mai speciala, lipsind cu desavarsire...</div><div>Este deja ora 16, prea tarziu pentru a vedea si Birkenau-ul, adevaratul fabrica a mortii, care a atins apogeul in vara anului 1944, cand au pierit aici, in decurs de numai cateva luni, peste 400000 evrei din Ungaria si Transilvania ocupata...</div><div>De asemenea, exista un bloc care ne arata intr-un mod cat se poate de real viata detinutilor, precum si fotografii, unde sunt mentionate data intrarii in lagar, precum si data mortii...am observat ca majoritatea au murit la 1 luna, 2, sau cel mult 3 luni de la sosire...trist...</div><div>Mai jos, locul unde a fost executat comandantul lagarului Auschwitz prin spanzurare...Probabil ca s-a luat hotararea ca acesta trebuia sa moara langa victimele sale...oameni nevinovati, batrani, femei si copii care nu au avut alta vina decat aceea de a se naste evrei...</div><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOfINBBR0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ORyFIva7ZNs/s1600-h/DSC00815.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337784946645878594" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOfINBBR0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ORyFIva7ZNs/s320/DSC00815.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Intotdeauna m-am intrebat oare cum arata lagarul noaptea, in acele vremuri? Fara indoiala ca trebuie sa fi fost inspaimantator...</div><div>Am parasit Auschwitz-ul sa ne intoarcem la vremuri mai vesele...</div><div><br /></div><div>trenul- tramvai care ne duce inapoi in Krakow...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOgezMYKMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/KUlFkftbkzg/s1600-h/DSC00819.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337786434362812610" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOgezMYKMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/KUlFkftbkzg/s320/DSC00819.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOgtjzwQCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5DO2Fgz7_7w/s1600-h/DSC00820.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337786687931039778" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOgtjzwQCI/AAAAAAAAAOc/5DO2Fgz7_7w/s320/DSC00820.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />si niste gari de pe parcurs...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOh79hE0GI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HdciKBocd4U/s1600-h/DSC00821.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337788034861813858" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOh79hE0GI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HdciKBocd4U/s320/DSC00821.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOiN3AKzqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pHuB-m3ppI4/s1600-h/DSC00822.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337788342350827170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOiN3AKzqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pHuB-m3ppI4/s320/DSC00822.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />o poza luata la repezeala in Krakow Plaszow, unde mai exista inca fabrica lui Oscar Schindler...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOj3PfvAuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2DrQwwpM9T0/s1600-h/DSC00824.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337790152811938530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOj3PfvAuI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2DrQwwpM9T0/s320/DSC00824.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div></div><div>Ajungem in Krakow, cu foamea in glanda si ne oprim la un restaurant boem, unde mancam niste pierogi (mancare traditionala poloneza), un fel de galuste umplute cu diverse chestii si o supa de un rosu ca sangele cu diverse ierburi...foarte delicioase...<br />Deja se facuse intuneric si decidem sa ne retragem in hotel, unde am adormit imediat...<br /><br />restaurantul de care vorbeam...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOmAQYt3mI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gSoe3Wrf5s0/s1600-h/DSC00826.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337792506693017186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOmAQYt3mI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gSoe3Wrf5s0/s320/DSC00826.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOmKnixZQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YFTUzsRlwN8/s1600-h/DSC00827.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337792684707898626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShOmKnixZQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/YFTUzsRlwN8/s320/DSC00827.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017918218957537192-6462288882462073219?l=ghioane007.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dulca Codrut- Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11600769930284246441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017918218957537192.post-19484134703210650152100-04-20T11:49:00.003+03:002011-04-16T01:03:14.945+03:00Buna dimineata! Ultima zi de plimbarit prin Europa se asterne in fata...<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>La ora 10 predam camera, si mergem in oras la cumparaturi...</div><br /><div>Camera unde am stat...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPKAcphRcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oVCLxltPR0M/s1600-h/DSC00837.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337832092403320258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPKAcphRcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oVCLxltPR0M/s320/DSC00837.jpg" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPKHtDWDTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nmZGM2qv_mw/s1600-h/DSC00838.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337832217065688370" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPKHtDWDTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nmZGM2qv_mw/s320/DSC00838.jpg" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br />Nu puteam sa mergem in alt loc decat Galeria Krakowska...</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPLL3iuObI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZXycMYNmT2c/s1600-h/DSC00839.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337833388112755122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPLL3iuObI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ZXycMYNmT2c/s320/DSC00839.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPLR__tZ-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Yxolprslgoc/s1600-h/DSC00842.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337833493461034978" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPLR__tZ-I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Yxolprslgoc/s320/DSC00842.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPLaGCHbsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JNWwrOZK3s/s1600-h/DSC00840.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337833632520695490" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPLaGCHbsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/2JNWwrOZK3s/s320/DSC00840.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPLho9GLLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B0KhXtncPVc/s1600-h/DSC00841.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337833762153966770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPLho9GLLI/AAAAAAAAAP0/B0KhXtncPVc/s320/DSC00841.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />Dupa ce am facut cumparaturi pentru cei de-acasa, Sonia a plecat si ea, in jur de ora 13...</div><div>Si asa am ramas singur aproape 10 ore...ce sa fac?unde sa ma duc?</div><div></div><div>Sonia...(poza din arhiva personala)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i809.photobucket.com/albums/zz18/ghioane007/Sonia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://i809.photobucket.com/albums/zz18/ghioane007/Sonia.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br />Dupa catva timp de stat prin gara, am hotarat sa merg prin centru, sa dau un tur...</div><div>Iata ce am surprins...</div><br /><div>Sukiennice...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPMOsMOMWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TSqWCfgs3a0/s1600-h/DSC00845.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337834536116826466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPMOsMOMWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TSqWCfgs3a0/s320/DSC00845.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><div>Pentru poze cu maimuta... :)</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPMjUXogPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/C2rIoTL9nzQ/s1600-h/DSC00846.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337834890499490034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPMjUXogPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/C2rIoTL9nzQ/s320/DSC00846.jpg" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a></div><br /><div>Apoi, am mai dat o tura pe la Barbakan si in parcul de langa castelul Wavel...</div><div></div><div>Barbakan...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPNal3kRXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nS8t62rAum4/s1600-h/DSC00848.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337835840089638258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPNal3kRXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/nS8t62rAum4/s320/DSC00848.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPPLEE1gTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SHJz2MByd6o/s1600-h/DSC00785.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337837772343705906" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPPLEE1gTI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SHJz2MByd6o/s320/DSC00785.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><br /><div>Barbakanul asta era principala intrare in orasul vechi, servind si ca fortareata si ca un avanpost impotriva navalitorilor acelor vremuri, mai precis in secolul 15...in locul parcului ce inconjoara astazi castelul Wavel se afla apa...</div><br /><div>Parcul din jurul castelului...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPN5XE9SNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/6SpP3YzvjEQ/s1600-h/DSC00850.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337836368695216338" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPN5XE9SNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/6SpP3YzvjEQ/s320/DSC00850.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPOCWcxeUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xTOLQd44uZk/s1600-h/DSC00851.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337836523145492802" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPOCWcxeUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/xTOLQd44uZk/s320/DSC00851.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPOL42PgjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CzCdKMPVWvg/s1600-h/DSC00853.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337836686997946930" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPOL42PgjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/CzCdKMPVWvg/s320/DSC00853.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPOWlOpkII/AAAAAAAAAQs/fzDdjnE9kzA/s1600-h/DSC00852.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337836870710169730" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPOWlOpkII/AAAAAAAAAQs/fzDdjnE9kzA/s320/DSC00852.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />Dupa alte 4 ore de frecat manganul in oras, ma indrept spre gara...</div><div>Fac un dus si mai trag niste poze in gara...</div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPPwqWn6JI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zWiWyBckEWU/s1600-h/DSC00844.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337838418274019474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPPwqWn6JI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zWiWyBckEWU/s320/DSC00844.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPP-3LoeLI/AAAAAAAAARE/kFpMQcUONzA/s1600-h/DSC00859.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337838662235748530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPP-3LoeLI/AAAAAAAAARE/kFpMQcUONzA/s320/DSC00859.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPQgp71N-I/AAAAAAAAARM/ju7UgwN9GBM/s1600-h/DSC00874.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337839242795366370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPQgp71N-I/AAAAAAAAARM/ju7UgwN9GBM/s320/DSC00874.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPQw2-Q4PI/AAAAAAAAARU/EbDbudIZD-U/s1600-h/DSC00863.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337839521173135602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPQw2-Q4PI/AAAAAAAAARU/EbDbudIZD-U/s320/DSC00863.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />In sfarsit se face 21.45 si R 201 "Silesia" e tras la peronul 3...acelasi vagon ca si la dus, un "20-57"...</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPRIuUlLmI/AAAAAAAAARc/bVSfur_NMnU/s1600-h/DSC00866.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337839931167682146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPRIuUlLmI/AAAAAAAAARc/bVSfur_NMnU/s320/DSC00866.jpg" style="height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Si interiorul...</div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPRauC-gJI/AAAAAAAAARk/80DuTmsKAEU/s1600-h/DSC00868.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337840240331489426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShPRauC-gJI/AAAAAAAAARk/80DuTmsKAEU/s320/DSC00868.jpg" style="height: 320px; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><br /><div>Sunt in vagonul 361, locul 62...am avut norocul sa fiu singur pana la Budapesta...ma indrept spre casa...<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017918218957537192-1948413470321065015?l=ghioane007.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dulca Codrut- Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11600769930284246441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017918218957537192.post-42945453685196818922100-04-19T15:56:00.001+03:002011-04-16T01:06:05.850+03:00Eram, asa cum va spuneam in gara Krakow Glowny, cu 10 minute inainte de plecarea trenului...<br />Mi-era dor si de ai mei, ca nu ii vazusem de o saptamana...<br /><div><div>De data asta, sunt singurul calator din compartimentul meu...asa ca dupa plecare, inchid usa, imi fac patul, sting becul si ma pun la somn...as fi ascultat niste muzica la mobil, numai k incarcatorul meu se odihnea intr-o priza din apartamentul bunicii...</div><div>Imi trece de muzica, si, cu ochii in tavan incerc sa trag linie, in timp ce "tac-tac"-ul neregulat al rotilor ma poarta cu aceeasi viteza infiorator de mica spre casa...</div><div>Excursia a meritat cu varf si indesat, chiar daca cativa dintre voi se asteptau la alt final...</div><div>Sa revenim la drumul de intoarcere...</div><div>Simteam un gol in stomac...si mi-am dat seama ca uitasem sa mananc inainte sa ma urc in tren...mancasem pe la vreo 16 dupa-masa...tot ce mai ramasese era o sticla de Gorska Natura gazowana...un fel de Izvorul Minunilor si vreo 11 RON, 25 EURO si 17 zloty...</div><div>Am adormit in final...</div><div>Prima poza a zilei..</div><div><br /></div><div>EN 477 la Nove Zamky...</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQCpq-69ZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eS0ruuaDPxE/s1600-h/DSC00883.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337894373276972434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQCpq-69ZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/eS0ruuaDPxE/s320/DSC00883.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>La ora 8.32, ajungem in Budapest Keleti pu., de data asta fiind mai putina lume, poate si din cauza ca era duminica dimineatza...urmau 3 ore de stat in capitala vecinilor...</div><div>Primul lucru care l-am facut dupa ce m-am dat jos din tren a fost sa schimb niste bani sa-mi iau ceva de mancare, deoarece golul din stomac crescuse pe parcursul noptii...</div><div>Si ma duc sa schimb cei 11 RON, pentru care primesc vreo 500 de forinti si ceva monezi...imi ajung, ma gandeam eu...cand ajung la chiosc am observat ca mi-ar fi trebuit vreo 2000 si ceva de forinti ca sa ma satur...imi iau un sandwich cu 300 de forinti si mai ramane de o cafea...</div><div>Peste vreo 45 minute, mai schimb 10 EURO si mai mananc doua sandwich-uri si imi iau si o sticla de Cola si viata e iar frumoasa...</div><div>Nu stiu din ce motiv, ma simteam deja acasa, cu toate ca mai aveam inca 247 km pana la Oradea...bineinteles ca nu m-am dezlipit de gara si am mai tras cateva poze...</div><div></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQDJbcgiXI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gEXwqm4xyzo/s1600-h/DSC00885.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337894918861916530" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQDJbcgiXI/AAAAAAAAAR8/gEXwqm4xyzo/s320/DSC00885.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQDRmq5GJI/AAAAAAAAASE/W4ShjUPryxo/s1600-h/DSC00884.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895059313989778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQDRmq5GJI/AAAAAAAAASE/W4ShjUPryxo/s320/DSC00884.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />si un tren care tocmai a sosit de la Frankfurt am Main...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQDfa394RI/AAAAAAAAASM/7lkWNWsbYZM/s1600-h/DSC00886.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895296665772306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQDfa394RI/AAAAAAAAASM/7lkWNWsbYZM/s320/DSC00886.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>...care este apoi remorcat de aceasta locomotiva de manevra...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQDweqMQMI/AAAAAAAAASU/MV5ZmZOULls/s1600-h/DSC00887.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895589739512002" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQDweqMQMI/AAAAAAAAASU/MV5ZmZOULls/s320/DSC00887.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br />Dupa vreo 2 ore iata si IC 413 "Biharia", tras la linia 13 peron...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQEGg9Js_I/AAAAAAAAASc/SVTdE0JEfzE/s1600-h/DSC00888.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337895968313029618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQEGg9Js_I/AAAAAAAAASc/SVTdE0JEfzE/s320/DSC00888.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Urc in tren...cu 10 min inainte de plecare, trenul se aglomereaza putin, insa toata lumea gaseste un loc pe scaun...aerul conditionat porneste, totul e ok...</div><div></div><div>Undeva in Ungaria...</div><div><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-218366129f3122c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0218366129f3122c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331303118%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8557B0008A301E59F06D4519A9F20BC87A38363.20CE4E8AD84045F0BAB0D5AEC56286B876F5A84F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D218366129f3122c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5N5br9LWLNvb6Io33Oc6zFmVwDw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0218366129f3122c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331303118%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8557B0008A301E59F06D4519A9F20BC87A38363.20CE4E8AD84045F0BAB0D5AEC56286B876F5A84F%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D218366129f3122c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5N5br9LWLNvb6Io33Oc6zFmVwDw&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object></div><div></div><div>Nici nu imi dau seama cand trecem de Szolnok, si trenul ajunge la Karcag, unde nu opreste insa, si reusesc sa fac poza asta...</div><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQGEfhLsPI/AAAAAAAAASk/n2lSojDd7GQ/s1600-h/DSC00677.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337898132590801138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQGEfhLsPI/AAAAAAAAASk/n2lSojDd7GQ/s320/DSC00677.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Ajungem in cele din urma la Puspokladany, unde locomotiva se schimba, sectorul Puspokladany-Biharkeresztes fiind neelectrificat...Se poate observa in fundal electrica care ne adusese pana aici...</div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQGdMfSnUI/AAAAAAAAASs/JtfQU3fzsBU/s1600-h/DSC00904.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337898556979322178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQGdMfSnUI/AAAAAAAAASs/JtfQU3fzsBU/s320/DSC00904.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>o locomotiva cu abur in Puspokladany...</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQG_ur6bWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RvFKRVijyxg/s1600-h/DSC00905.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337899150274620770" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQG_ur6bWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RvFKRVijyxg/s320/DSC00905.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div>Apoi intra diesel-ul, da un fluier si ne abatem in stanga, spre Biharkeresztes, transformandu-ne din nou intr-un personal...</div><div>De aceasta data, nu am mai fost singurul care a trecut granita, ci impreuna cu inca 4 persoane...</div><div>Ajung la Oradea dupa 19 ore de mers cu trenul...</div><div>A doua zi la pranz plec spre Caransebes...in gara, rapidul de Budapesta care pleaca la ora 15.07 este gol...nu va duce pe nimeni din Romania pe alte meleaguri...</div><div>Urc in sageata de Timisoara Nord, care pleaca la 15.27 si unde sosesc dupa 2.59 minute...si fac poza asta, in timp ce astept ca acc 1692 sa plece de la linia 5...</div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQIfGaTuzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/F039dFOhB5w/s1600-h/DSC00951.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337900788730805042" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I16xLWzeTh0/ShQIfGaTuzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/F039dFOhB5w/s320/DSC00951.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div>eterna si fascinanta Romanie...</div><div>Semnul ca am ajuns acasa... :)</div><div>La 21.40 intru pe usa...a fost mult prea frumos ca sa se sfarseasca atat de repede...</div><div><br />Sper ca v-a placut si ca nu v-ati plictisit...</div><div><br /></div><div>Doresc sa multumesc pe aceasta cale parintilor mei, bunicii mele, Soniei, si altor catorva persoane care au inteles scopul acestei calatorii si care au fost alaturi de mine...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017918218957537192-4294545368519681892?l=ghioane007.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dulca Codrut- Adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11600769930284246441noreply@blogger.com4