September
2006
Cugir in the autumn
This weekend, a dear friend invited us to a festival in his hometown, which happens to be my hometown too. Since I haven’t seen it in the last five years, I jumped of joy with an ocasional “Zippin’ up my boots! I’m going back to my roots! Yay!” the whole trip there.
First stop was my old appartment - see that satellite dish? That’s what allowed me to watch He-Man (and Skeletor) back in ‘88, at the end of the commie era. There was no cooler kid on that side of the street.
The walk around the town was a bit depressing - there are many blocks of flats left empty and destroyed by God knows who into uninhabitability.
We had to stop at a kitschy little shop, just to take a picture of the latest trends in doll clothing…
..and extreme signs of baby doll constipation .
After that, we went to the festival’s site, where young people dressed in the local folk costume were all over the place.
There was also an exposition of Cugir’s finest products (read: guns, ammo, more guns).
They also had a hunting trophy exhibition, which got me angry at whatever hunter’s wife thought that attaching lace to the skin of some dead wild animal would make it, you know, more cute.
There was also a dusty blowfish. No, I have no idea what it was doing there either.
Hungry from all the walking, we went for some balmos (read ball-mosh - polenta with fresh cheese, butter, yoghurt, cream - incredibly yummy)) prepared in front of us..
… and then enjoyed a good show, both on the scene…
and in front of it.
The folk costumes are beautiful! I hope you had a lot of fun!
I can’t get the picture of the constipated baby-doll out of my head lol.
I didn’t realize Cugir was home to weapons manufacturing. I shall have to delve into more research on this topic.
Meanwhile: Skeletor
I knew about the comic (that’s why I thought mentioning him, not just He-Man, was the prudent thing to do .. I don’t want him leaving some nasty comments, now do I?)
I wish I could have gone with you. That looks like so much fun. Except for the dolls. That freaked me out.
At first I thought the guns were creepy, and but then it got worse with the animal pelts.
Those lacy animal pelts are totally messed. That’s just crazy. And gross. Wow.
The folk dress is gorgeous. What a fun weekend!
That’s just Cugir being Cugir. They talk fast, like guns and eat hot hot stuff. And put lace on bears. Surrealist romanian texans, that’s what they are.
Misto!
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