This post is about a walk from Mărășești to Oaș. I complete 15,000km on The Longest Way and do my little dance, albeit in the wrong place. There hadn’t been any bears. Some wind and a tiny bit of rain, yes. But no bears. I wrote the number “13” on the back of my left […]
This post is about a 23,8km walk from Târgu Mureș to Mărășești. The Caboose loses one of her legs, and I see some bad corn. Packing took forever. I had new shoes, a nee poncho, a bivy bag, and a new book. I left the city some time before noon. leaving Târgu Mureș Traffic was […]
This post is about a 1km walk within Târgu Mureș. I am moving the Caboose, and it’s the shortest walk ever on The Longest Way. I was going to start walking the next day. So I went and got the Caboose from my friend’s garage and moved her to the place where I was staying. […]
This post is about a visit to Teleki Castle. The family has got ownership back from the state, and they’re trying to take care of it. We went to a castle outside of town. The Teleki Castle was constructed in the early 19th century by the same family that built the Teleki Library in the […]
This post is about a day of sightseeing in Târgu Mureș. My sister comes to visit me, and we look around a bit. This was a first. My sister came from Germany to visit me on The Longest Way! We went for walks, we watched Thor with 3D-glasses in a mall (the movie was a […]
This post is about a 28km walk from Cerghizel to Târgu Mureș. I walk through fields and on crazy roads, and I get my fifth rabies shot. When I woke up in the morning I was still alive. I hadn’t even been stung. Thanks, little dudes! I said to the bees, but since they were […]
This post is about a 25km walk from Gogan to Cerghizel. I end up sleeping in a place that is full of the animals which I fear the most. In the morning Pastor Gabor took me to his neighbor Feri. He and his family were the Germans I had heard about the night before. They […]
This post is about a 26km walk from Prod to Gogan. I have to take a detour because the way through the forest is unsafe. The campground turned out to be fantastic. Dara and her mom Cora had horses, a pool, a few cabins, and a kitchen. There were some cats and dogs (one of […]
This post is about an 18km walk from Sighișoara to Prod. I leave town without Werner, I hate the road, and I worry about bears. No, I can’t forget that evening or his face as he was leaving, but I guess that’s just the way the story goes. And so, definitively wernerless, I tossed the […]