I'm a traveler not a tourist

So many month since I have not moved my figure to another country, since I did not spent hours breathing another culture's air. 4 month since I am home and I'm happy about it...but sad also. Sad because I feel the world is not mine anymore, it belongs to those who's turn came to make the bold step and discover it.
In the meanwhile, going back to the places I've been, the people I met, I realized that I am one of the lucky ones, cause I went there and enjoyed  the journey as a traveler, not a tourist.
Just to define the meanings, absolutely from my point of view, the traveler gets involved in the journey, while the tourist sees it somehow from outside. The traveler takes a bus and doesn't hire a car, goes by train or bike not by plane. The traveler eats the traditional food from the food stall on the sidewalk not from the restaurant, he learns a few words and impresses the locals, dresses like them and sings their songs, while the tourist prefers pasta and jeans wherever he goes. The traveler, by default, travels a lot inside the journey to discover more and more places, does not lay on the beach and plays golf all day. He looks at the inhabitants as if they are his brothers and sisters, not locals. He walks in nature and gets impressed by every living piece, even though he saw it before. The travelers feels the journey and makes friends with it, the tourist does it for a change. The traveler is there to learn, learn about himself, life, people; to get inspired, to relax and discover himself among the million others. The tourist is looking for a vacation to get out of his routine, to have fun, drink a lot and smoke a joint (not that it's bad and the traveler would not do that but in different circumstances and different implications :)
Me? I'm a traveler for sure, even though I ate french fries in Rio and McDonalds in Singapore, that was a lack of money :P But from all these places, from all their magic, their culture, I became what I am. They are guilty for me having these thoughts, they are responsible for my daily activities, for my reactions to the life around me, they are responsible for me dressing so colorful or wearing such a long hair. They make me smile and cry sometimes, them, the cultures, their traditions and religions. They make me want to walk a lot and spend time with old people. They make me have strong feelings and love my friends so much but not show them.
You? I suggest to you beautiful reader, be a traveler not a tourist, and your life will pay up.

Electricity nahi hai...

...meaning, no electricity. This was one of the first things I've learned when coming first time to India. We use to reach the office in the morning, and the hot weather was taking over the entire building because...there was no electricity, therefore no AC. Not only that, but after some time, I realized even when you stay at home, there are hours when electricity is simply stopped, most probably to save energy, we think :) Zahraa, my friend, did not have such situations in Bombay, so the same thought came into our minds, why do they do this?

Imagine I was in Nagpur, one year and half back, alone at home in evening, in my bathroom, taking a long bucket shower and suddenly, with my hair full of shampoo and eyes closed, I opened them to see...nothing around, complete darkness. For an instant there I thought maybe I went blind and I was slowly starting to panic. Then I've noticed some small lights outside the window and realized that I can still see, just that electricity is...well...on a break. Then I got used to it, I even had candles prepared and my laptop fully charged all the time, in case of any lights drop off. Oh and how many candle light dinners we had, and how many early sleeping night because of this.

Well it seems in Hyderabad the situation is the same. You don't want to know how much it took me to write yesterdays article because, electricity went down during day. So while this is happening, you just wait patiently, in the heating room, with no internet, no TV, no fan, no NOTHING, so that life comes back in your house. Thank God this is a hot country and they don't need heaters in the house, otherwise...I don't want to imagine.

Oh boy how dependent we are to these modern things. What would we do without them?

Indian babe

Someone told me that dreams come true only...if you're living in a dream. Of course I refuse to believe that because I am now, for real, living whatever I was dreaming about. Because dreams do come true, but only when you really believe in them.

So here I am, after one year and a half, back in India, the place that I loved the most from all my journeys till now.

I landed in the city called Hyderabad yesterday morning, here to visit my dear friend Zahraa, who was anxious like a baby to see me again...just like me actually. I flew with Emirates (duh), and as expected I had a great flight, with goodies and nice atmosphere and friendly faces there to serve you anytime.

Hyderabad is a quite big city, bigger than my old Nagpur anyways, all green (comparing to the deserted dubai :))) ) and as I expected, very crowded. Dust is everywhere, cows walk freely on the streets, people walking on the sides of the road, just like I knew it :)

So my Indian adventure started with a long walk in the city, looking guess for what, a damn exchange house. If you can easily find exchanges in any place of the world, here we had to go 30 minutes with an auto ricksha and another 20 minutes walking. Can you imagine! Colors everywhere on the streets, women in sarees walking around, fresh fruit at every corner, fried Indian snacks all the way and lots of cars and bikes. I was just walking around, breaking my neck to catch every part of the world around me, to see every move, every shop, every person passing by. The lovely but tiring day ended with a shopping session in an open kind of park-bazaar and fresh fruit. But the most adventurous experience was the way back from the open market, traveling in the auto ricksha. The traffic went crazy by evening, so besides not being able to bargain to get a good price till home, we found ourselves "squeezed" between ten of cars, bikes, and a huge buss who was about to squish us for a couple of times. Amazingly this never happens, because the ricksha drivers, as crazy and as illegal as they move around, they never get stopped or have accidents. Or at least I never witnessed one, thank God :D

Irrespective of whatever people say or think or imagine about India, I know that this is a place where I will always love to be. And this came clear to me now, when I found myself here for the second time.

Tomorrow new adventures await for us, and after a traditional romanian lunch with polenta and cheese and onions today, and Zahraa wearing traditional romanian clothes (IE), we are ready to go out there once again!

See u laters alligators!

Let's do Yoga

As one of my friend would say...why the hell start Yoga in Romania, when you didn't start it in India...Well because in India I had other priorities and other activities (kind of weird doe) and here in a way because of missing India I started an activity that will bring me closer to the Indian culture, until I get back there of course :D
Do not imagine the kind of Bivolari yoga : ))) with a guru, with rituals that involve urine or animals or whatever else. I'm talking here about Sahaja Yoga, a spiritual Yoga that teaches you how to find yourself through your inner energies. Energies that we ALL have but do not know about them.
You may call me weirdo but I am into these things :D
So here is me, in Libertatii Square, looking at a small poster that was saying about this Sahaja Yoga, with an Indian lady with a bendi on her forehead. One day, one certain hour, free for public (wow), just be there. So I decided to go. And it seems I did good.
Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi is the woman in the poster (of course not this poster). I will not tell about her cause you can find her on wiki. She is the founder of Sahaja Yoga. A good yoga that brings all that's good from you inner:D
The awesome thing is that the sessions are free, precisely because Shri Mataji preached that people should not pay to find themselves, so the women who are holding the sessions do not charge for this. Hoe cool is that? And they are Romanians : )))))
So I went in that room, I've been explained how this yoga helps the person and how do you get to the certain energy, we did a small exercise to see how we feel, an exercise that includes a small meditation, and we saw a movie. Actually in every session we see a movie with Shri Mataji talking to the people, movies that present different speeches she had in the world. And when I say world I mean from Amertica to Asia, cause she is quite famous for this.
Conclusion I kind of like it, I feel good when I'm there, and I also get to listen to old Indian music, which is nice :D

Eat Pray Love

Now you can imagine why I have chosen this movie to write about...Of course you can. Self Discovery.
The art of living a simple, peaceful and happy life by 3 facts. Eating, praying and loving.
So here we have Liz (Julia R) after an unhappy marriage who decides to make a change, therefore going to discover the world. She makes her spirit happy by eating the delicious foods from Italy, praying in the most spiritual land, India, and in the end living a peaceful love story in Indonesia.

Is it possible? Well it seems it is because the movie is based on a real story, real life facts that made someone happy one day. Elizabeth Gilbert, the writer of the book Eat pray love in 2006, told her story, a self discovery story after her hard divorce. The story where she would travel around the world alone, learning an important lesson in each corner. So in one year, Elizabeth Gilbert found her balance in a journey where she enjoyed life by eating, finding her spirituality and praying and balancing everything with a love story.

Eat.
"I felt so guilty, I have been in Rome for 3 weeks and all I've done is learn a few Italian words and eat"
"Sono sola...molto sola" (Liz)

Pray.
"Here's the deal, you're going to stay here until you forget yourself, you hear me? Everything else will take care of itself"
If you could clear out all the space in your mind, you'd have a doorway, and you know what the universe would do? Rush in. Then everything else will take care of itself" (Richard from Texas)

Love.
"You don't need a man Liz, you need a champion"
"Right here is perfect balance, right at meeting of heaven with earth" (Ketut)
"Sometimes when you set out in the world to help yourself, you end up helping tutti" (Liz)

Now after all this, it's time to see the movie, and get ready for your own adventure.

Viata in Asia - povesti de suflet de la zeci de mii de km departare

Sonia Oprean (1 an in Filipine-management internship)
Noi suntem calatorii. Nu suntem niste oameni care strabat niste continente cu pachete de turism, care stau in hoteluri de 5 stele, viziteaza monumente si checkuiest lista de obiective turistice. Noi calatorim cu mintea si sufletul, iubim diversitatea si ea ne iubeste pe noi. Intr-o zi am decis, am pasit in avionul cu destinatia Filipine. Mi-am dorit sa plec in eXchange ca sa ma descopar, sa ma indrept spre libertate si noi provocari. Mi-am dorit sa vad lumea cu alti ochi. Astazi ma intreb daca ar fi existat alt loc pe glob care sa imi ofere mai multa nebunie, controversa, si culoare decat minunata tara insula. Am condus o echipa de oameni in realizarea unei companii din nimic, arhitecti, avocati, constructori, economisti. Ma intrebam atunci ce incredere au avut acei oameni sa ia un total strain sa le coordoneze afacerea. Traiesc cu onoarea de a ridica o companie de la 0. Am avut privilegiul sa invat de la filipinezi despre demnitate si incredere, despre antreprenoriat si coordonare. Ba mai mult decat atat, am trait cu extraordinarii oameni filipino, le-am descoperit tara si obiceiurile, m-am bucurat de oceanul lor si am trait alaturi de ei momente unice.


Oana P (6 luni in India-marketing si vanzari)
Imi amintesc cu sufletul la gura de primul pas pe taramul indian. Era o zi torida de septembrie, vreo 40 de grade afara si o temperatura uscata de mi se ingreuna gatul doar cand trageam o gura de aer. Am trait si muncit in India jumatate de an. A fost experienta vietii mele, am trait o poveste pe care o vedeam doar in filme. Locuinta si locul de munca le aveam in centrul Indiei, in orasul Nagpur cu o populatie de 4 mil de locuitori. Am lucrat in marketing si vanzari si am avut onoarea sa cunosc viata simpla si pura a indienilor traditionali, usor conservatori dar curati la suflet. Traditia si obiceiurile locului mi le-am insusit chiar dupa prima luna. In jumatate de an am trait cele mai intense sentimente care le poate trai un om cu mintea si sufletul deshis. Sunt bucuroasa si mandra de experienta mea, dar totodata nerabdatoare sa o retraiesc.


Iunia P (1 an in Singapore-management internship)
Atrasa de mica de farmecul si culorile Asiei, am aterizat pe taramuri singaporeze in ianuarie 2008, pentu ceea ce eu credeam ca va fi o experienta de un an intr-un internship. Au trecut 2 ani jumate si sunt inca aici, pentru ca nu ma pot desprinde de locurile acestea speciale si pline de farmec si suflet. In acesti doi ani jumate am avut ocazia sa traiesc in Singapore si China si sa calatoresc in tari precum Malaezia, Indonezia, Filipine, Laos, Vietnam… Ce am invatat in Asia? Ca oricat de diferiti sunt oamenii (in ceea ce priveste rasa, cultura, traditii, istorie) intr-un final ceea ce ne leaga e mult mai puternic, si anume faptul ca suntem cu totii fiinte umane, cu aceleasi tipuri de dureri si bucurii. Faptul ca atunci cand iti doresti cu adevara un lucru, el iti va iesi in cale. Faptul ca a fi bun cu cei din jur fara a astepta nici o recompensa e printre cele mai minunate lucruri pe care le poti face in viata. Faptul ca viata noastra e ca o carte, si la sfarsitul fiecarei zile mai scriem o pagina care apoi nu mai poate fi stearsa niciodata. Faptul ca atunci cand esti jos, in fundul prapastiei, se vor gasi mereu oameni sa-ti intinda o scara daca si tu le-ai intins o mana cand a fost cazul. Faptul ca e mai important sa dai tu primul, in loc sa astepti sa primesti primul si sa dai in schimb. Faptul ca orice experienta ai intr-un anumit moment e experienta de care ai nevoie atunci. Asia mi-a schimbat viata!


Deea R (3 luni in Malaezia voluntariat)
De mica imi doream sa merg intr-o tara si sa fiu voluntara undeva,sa simt ca ajut efectiv la ceva; dar nu prea stiam eu cum sa ajung sa fac asta. AIESEC mi-a oferit aceasta oportunitate, asa ca prin programul de Exchange am ajuns in Malaezia, Asia, voluntara la un oferlinat – acolo am petrecut 2 luni minunate care m-au schimbat si nu cred ca le-as putea egala cu ceva, sau poate cu alte 2 luni in care as mai merge o data in Asia desi nici o experienta asiatica nu e la fel. In Malaezia exista 3 mari culturi pe care le poti simti fara sa paraseste tara; si anume: cultura traditionala din Malaezia (sunt toti musulmani, insa difera mult de cei din Orientul Mijlociu de exemplu prin traditiile sale), cultura hindu (cu multe influente colorate din India) si cultura chineza (de la mancare la stilul de lucru, se potriveste totul). Am avut ocazia sa calatoresc, sa gust din fiecare parte a vietii de acolo, de la plimbari prin modernele Mall’uri si Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur la baie cu elefantii intr-un rau, de la o plimbare prin jungla (canopy waling) pana la suisul pe cel mai inalt munte de Asia de Sud-Est (Mt.Kinabalu), de la renumita Moscheea Albastra din Shah Alam pana la piata de noapte din Kota Kinabalu, Borneo. Am trait din plin fiecare experienta pentru ca asta e supriza pe care ti-o ofera Asia.

My name is Khan - hindi movie

One extraordinary movie about the conflict with muslim religion. One amazing story about Rizwan Khan, who is not a terorits. How did the happenings from 9/11 changed some muslims life in America, and how wrong people are when judging other people just by their religion or name.
A must see movie, with an unforgetable lesson. A story about people, about prejudices, about religions, about the open mind of a person, about hate and rasism, a story about US.
"There are 2 kind of people in the world: good and bad. There is no other difference."











My name is Khan official song: Sajda

31. Back in Romania

Calatoria in India a luat sfarsit de vreo 2-3 saptamani cu toate ca am continuat sa postez articole despre ea.
Romania? E rece, neprietenoasa, cu aceiasi functionari rautaciosi, fara joburi, tot politica, tot criza economica, preturi mai mari la biletele de expres, acelasi salar minim pe economie, aceleasi fetze triste pe strada, incruntate si albe.
Concluzia? Inapoi in India cu mine!! :p
Inca nu. Am decis sa mai stau acasa o perioada, sa ma chem patrioata, apoi ... World, here I come again!
Cred ca am avut noroc ca mi-am gasit job inca de cand ma aflam acolo, asadar ajunsa acasa nu pot sa spun ca duc lipsa de munca. Plus de asta, noroc cu teatrul ca ma mai scoate din monotonia zilelor gri de "primavara".
"Un an in India (adica jumatate de an in India) - Jurnal de calatorie" a luat sfarit in mod oficial cu aceasta postare. Revenim la banala viata din Timisoara :P

30. Taj Mahal

Una dintre minunatiile lumii, Taj Mahal - cea mai mare atractie a Indiei - este ceva de neinchipuit. Pozele fac din monument ceva extrem de frumos, insa cand il privesti pe viu este ceva fabulos. Iar ideea ca a fost construit ca simbol al iubirii il face si mai admirat.
Turul din Agra l-am facut singura, cu urmatorul traseu Gara-Taj Mahal-Agra Fort-Gara, cu o mica oprire intr-un magazin unde se vindeau bucati ornamentale de marmura exact ca cele din care erau construite Taj Mahalul. O zi intreaga de mers in soare, in vreo 35 de grade, insa cu privelisti de neuitat. Intrarea la Taj Mahal costa 750 Rs=15 dolari pentru straini si aprox 5 dolari pentru indieni. Agra Fort a fost ceva mai ieftina, 5 dolari pentru straini. Agra, un orasel mic la aprox 200 km de Delhi este impanzit de turisti mai mereu, fiind cunoscut all over the world ca fiind locul care gazduieste Tajul.
Cand am ajuns in gradinile palatului m-au cuprins emotiile doar la gandul ca am ajuns pana acolo si am sa privesc un lucru atat de frumos cu o istorie extraordinara. M-am invartit printre minunatele constructii care inconjoara Tajul cam vreo 2 ore, dupa care m-am indreptat spre o alta minunatie locala pe un deal din Agra, respectiv Agra Fort. O fortareata rorise (asemanatoare cu Red Forst din Delhi) formata din diverse palate, podiumuri de ceremonii, moschee si turnulete, fiecare cu istoria si amintirile sale. Dupa alte 2-3 ore am ajuns printre niste ruine aproape de iesire pe care mi-am dat seama ca le-am omis. Si mai mare mi-a fost bucuria cand ajunsa la locul respectiv am descoperit o familie/2/3 de maimute, care se bucura de libertatea de a locui in fortareata rosie din Agra. Erau doar vreo 3-4 turisti care le priveau si le aruncau banane sau sticle de apa (maimutele se repezeau la tine daca fosneai absolut orice si sareau sa iti fure ce aveai in mana) Le-am admirat limbajul si libertatea dupa care m-am indreptat spre gara, incantata de minunatiile pe care am avut onoarea sa le vad.
Agra-Taj Mahal










Agra_Agra Fort

29. Arranged marriage vs love marriage

Un fapt care face cultura indiana deosebita este căsătoria, care poate fi aranjata sau din dragoste (fara Mircea Radu)
Căsătoriile aranjate sunt acelea in care familia decide perechea. Iar aceasta alegere este una cat se poate de selectiva. Primul factor va fi casta. Tinerii care se casatores prin "arranged marriage" vor fi mereu din aceeasi casta, adica cei bogati cu cei bogati, iar cei saraci cu cei saraci. Casatoriile intre caste se realizeaza de regula doar prin love marriage, cand doi tineri apartinand unor clase sociale diferite se indragostesc si decid sa isi uneasca destinele, chiar daca familiile nu ar fi de acord. Alti factori care determina deciderea perechii vor fi puterea financiara, antecedentele familiale, situatia surorilor/fratilor etc.
Căsătoriile din dragoste nu tin cont de reguli. Cei doi se indragostesc si se iau, situatia financiara nefiind un impediment, nici dorinta familiei sau altele de acest fel. Inca un lucru am aflat, ci anume faptul ca de regula in cultura indiana casatoriile aranjate sunt cele pe viata, pe cand majoritatea casatoriilor din dragoste se destrama dupa ceva vreme.
Indienii au un adevarat cult pentru familie, de aceea tinerii care au casatoria aranjata nu se vor desparti, acesta fiind cel mai puternic motiv pentru care stau unul cu altu, sa nu iasa din vorba si decizia parintilor. Scopul casatoriei este de a porni o familie, de a duce numele mai departe in cazul familiilor cu baieti si de asigura un trai in compania cuiva tanarului/tinerei.
Sigur dupa casatorie copii curg, in familiile instarite femeile sunt deseori housewifes, pe cand in familiile sarace muncesc cot la cot cu barbatul, chiar si in constructii (a fost soc sa vad femei carand ciment, nisip, caramizi etc)

28. Bombay

Un oras cu un numar de populatie cat Romania (peste 23 mil loc neoficial). Cel mai mare si bogat oras al Indiei, fara a-i fi insa capitala. Bombay (denumirea veche data de englezi) este o frumusete metropolitana pe coasta de vest a tarii. Mult mai sigur si mai curat decat Delhi, Mumbai (denumirea noua in limba oficiala a statului Maharastra-Marathi)s-a dovedit a fi un loc perfect de vizitat. Avand la dispozitie doar o zi pentru a vedea cate ceva, am mers in Sudul orasului (inchipuiti-va ca faceai pana la 2-3 ore sa ajungi in Nordul metropolei) locatiile alese au fost Gateway of India, poarta construita de englezi chiar pe malul oceanului, Prince of Wales Museum, un museu cu artefacte si obiecte din diverse culturi de la hindu pana la nepaleza, japoneza chiar si europeana, Mumbai University care e imprejmuita de un parc imens si un ceas inalt (parca eram in Londra) Marine Drive-un bulevard pe malul Oceanului Indian atat de curat si frumos incat nu spuneai ca esti in India si alte cladiri si strazi superbe unde iti pierdeai privirea in nebunia de culori si arhitecturi. Fiind capitala statului Maharastra ( in care locuiam eu) ma simteam oarecum acasa, in statul meu, la DOAR 800 km de locul in care traiam. Am petrecut ziua de 9 martie in Mumbai in compania lui Marie Didier Laurent, o tanara din Franta casatorita cu un indian de aproape un an, care a fost atat de amabila incat m-a plimbat prin tot sudul orasului, m-a primit in casa ei, m-a hranit iar seara m-a condus la tren.











Marine Drive

27. GOA part III

Si fiind mare si soare si plaje si lume multa, cluburile erau si ele la locul lor. Noaptea in Goa era total atipica culturii indiene si mai ales orasului in care traiam eu. Fete in fuste scurte, lucitoare, decoltate, dansau, beau, fumau....soc.
Un lucru extraordinar (din punctul de vedere al sexului frumos) erau cluburile cu intrare libera pt fete. Si de parca asta nu era de ajuns, si bauturile erau din partea casei. Concluzia, in fiecare seara am party-uit si baut GRATIIISSS!!! Ce poti sa vrei mai mult. Muzica buna, bautura free, aer conditionat, ring de dans cat casa. Intr-adevar taram de vis Goa.


Un lucru interesant a fost o noapte intr-un club indian. Muzica indiana mixata pt club cu localnici care se bantuiau pe beaturile serii. M-am oprit sa ma uit la baieti cum flirtreaza cu fetele, cum dansau impreuna cum isi susoteau apoi chicoteau fericiti, dar fara sa se atinga, fara unduieli ispititoare si alte cele care le vezi pe la noi.
In finalul serii nu pleaca de mana din club, fiecare isi vede de treaba si pleaca cu prietenii/ele cu care a venit, eventual cu un schimb de numere de telefon. End of story.
Noi? Dans, bere sau wisky cola, muzica si iar dans. All night long till morning light

Miss Rusia and MIss Ukraine going wild :D

25. Goa - part I

Taramul de vis-Goa.
Greu negreu, dar sa fiu in India de atata vreme si sa nu vad macar Goa, ar fi fost prea de tot.
In compania unei rusoaice, unguroaice si uncrainience, m-am avantat spre plajele fermecatoare din E Indiei. Fetele sunt si au venit din Delhi, deci once again calatoria mea cu trenul a fost doar in compania...indienilor. Am luat trenul din Nagpur spre Mumbai, circa 800 km, iar din Mumbai spre Goa a mers in acelasi tren cu ele dar clasa diferita, adica tot singura, inca vreo 700-800 km. Dupa niste simple calcule e clar ca intreaga calatorie dus-intors a fost de aprox. 3000 km......CU TRENUl. Noroc ca toate trenurile au paturi, deci am cam dormit tot timpul.

Trenurile din India au ca peste tot diverse clase, incepand cu 'second class'-un fel de personal unde stai pe scaun, pana la 'AC I Tier'-un fel de clasa I dar cu paturi cu asternut, perne, paturi masa in tren, aer cond. etc. Varianta de dormit a clasei a doua se cheama 'sleeper' si e extrem de ieftina intr-o companie nu foarte sigura si placuta; pe o distanta de 700 km cam 6 dolari. Intre aceste clase exista desigur preturi medii, pt. AC II Tier si AC III Tier. Cel recomandat pt foreigners e de regula AC III Tier, e oarecum accesibil-20 dolari, comfortabil, curat cat de cat in comparatie cu altele si compania e buna. Insa in aceasta calatorie mi-am fortat limitele, in sensul in care am decis sa merg singura la clasa sleeper... chiar la intoarcerea din Goa.

Trecand inapoi la excursia in sine, ajunse cu bine in cel mai mic stat al Indiei, Goa s-a dovedit a fi o splendoare nu altceva. Desigur nu spune nimeni ca nu ai sa dai de indieni care vor sa scoata cati mai multi dolari de la tine sau sa te intrebe toata istoria familiei, de unde esti, cat stai, unde stai, de ce stai si alte cele. Insa plajele sunt pline de staini, cei mai multi am inteles rusi si britanici desigur.

Cazarea...ceva de vis...la un pret de NUMAI 5 DOlARI pe noapte, am stat intr-o casa de oaspeti mai ceva ca in statiunile europene, intr-o statiune din N Goa numita Anjuna. De la plasma si frigider pana la decoratiunile interioare si o baie de toata frumusetea, locatia s-a dovedit a fi alegerea perfecta. Curat, frumos, placut si mai ales linistit, la doar 8 minute de plaja...mers pe jos.



rusian worm who became a buterfly ... in hamacul din fata camerei ;p

To be continued...