Romanian Elections

We reached Brasov today. There was a many switchbacked climb to a 1263m pass in the Carpathians. The Carpathians fon't get much love. The Alps gather all the respect and girlfriends as Europes most famous range, while the Carpathians hang out in the corner being nice to everybody including us. The ride today was blue skies all the way, which highlighted dense beech forests climbing vertically up to rocky summits.  The road was betrucked but little betraveled so we did quite well.

The Romanian national elections are on June 1, so I get a chance to see deseprate campaigning in action. There are banners and posters and stickers everywhere, and yesterday I saw a dirtbike convoy supporting the PSD. This evening in Brazov, we ate down the way from the central square. As the evening lit up the spire of the age old church and saxon buildings, the sqaure was awash with Romanians enjoying their friday night by going to a political rally. This wasn't any rally either. This was an open air disco to benefit the PS-L,  for which I know nothing more than their orange color. This muct be a very liberal party, because the main act was a Romanian queen of House techno who was dancing in a way that would make Democrats blush and Dick Cheney die. Daft Punk for Prez! The citizens seemed to eat it up though. I saw plenty of orange shirts walking away afterward. 

Now into the heart of Transylvania. I watched Werner Herzog's Nosferatu while in China, so I know what to do if our next hostel is in a ruined castle.