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Romanian mountains from the dog's point of view - Crossing the Rodna mountain range

 

2 Part: The station was drowning in the fog. I rushed past the baggage-laden bench to attract at least one member of my family. Everyone was rolling on adjacent benches, refusing to play with me while it was time. Until now, I had to lie under the seats of the various trains we were traveling with. Every time I rejoiced to go out for a walk, they moved with me to the nearest lawn and then back to the grinding machine. The trip was really long. In addition, we are at noon, for the greatest heat, for three hours in the middle of the fields. Bipods called it borders, I bully animals. I admit the floor was probably better than them. And then we finally got off to the station where no other train was waiting. But we still hardened, I don't know why.

"How much is it?" Dita asked, her eyes half closed. It's time to throw me a stick! I immediately put my latest catch under her chin.

"Bessi, give me a break," she growled at me. I tilted my head to the side and looked at her sadly.

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"Yeah, you annoying," she finally picked up a piece of wood and hurled it to the other end of the concrete platform. I rush after him. She stood on her feet before I returned. Wherever she goes, I go with her. This time it was just a small room in the corner of a large hall, above the entrance of which the neon sign BECLEAN PE SOMMES flashed (at least according to the owner's statement). Before we returned, the other members of the expedition were on their feet. They say we'll be fine in a moment. A little confused, I weaved between them, hoping that this time we were going on the promised walk.

Nothing again. Disappointed, I snuggled under the seat of another train. This one was especially fragrant and strangely tiny. Exceptionally, they also bought me a ticket from the guide, because as the mistress stated: "The dog's boarding of the train simply could not be overlooked here." And then the final one came. It didn't go any further, even if they wanted to, the iron snakes, which are called tracks, were over. So where are they in such a hurry? Around the building announcing the VISEUL DE JOS station, we practically ran to have to wait another hour just around the corner. Supposedly on the bus. At least I know him. The local pub was still closed due to the early morning hours, so the owners honestly threw me the fetch I brought them. A strange pile of metal arrived about fifteen minutes late. So the bus definitely looks different, I thought. This time I didn't avoid the basket. It doesn't matter, especially when something happens. After an infinitely long time, during which the bipeds had to fit into four seats with luggage, we arrived in the town of BORSA. What a surprise to everyone when polished modern cars drove by and restaurants cracked at the seams. The owner shook his head incomprehensibly: "Why didn't we drive too, it would be hard for someone to steal our carcass here." After a short tasting of the local food, the bipeds set out to find more transport. We will stick to the local road for some time, but only a dirt road leads to the Rotunda saddle and the stop is bad there. Unlike bipeds, I definitely don't mind walking from the valley.

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I rested in the shade and was bored, it wasn't worth it on a leash, and my owners refused to let go. True, I didn't see too many dogs and when, so on the chain behind the fence. They have weird habits. I sleep at home in bed and I still do not understand walking on a leash to this day.

"We have a ride!" Grandpa Lada, who was far from afar.

The quad bike owner is willing to place us at half the price of a taxi. At least Laďa's findings. I'm glad for my seat under the passenger's seat while the owners are squeezing in the backseats. The journey may last forever. About halfway past the lady enthusiastically comments on a church in the Prislop saddle, as if she had built it herself.

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I yawn annoyed. Then the floor comes alive under me. The car throws and jumps. I'm guessing this dusty road. Indeed, after a few more minutes we stop. Outside, of course, first. A modern building just a little nervous at the road, but we have tents, we are not concerned. So hurray! The adventure can begin. And I'm going to find a stick ...

 

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