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Sibiu is quietly stunning. Pastel buildings, big open squares, towers rising up behind rooftops, and those famous “eyes” in the roofs watching you as you wander by.
We strolled, listened, took photos, and just enjoyed being there.
This is where it turned into a proper story.
We headed through the mountain tunnel on foot. It’s icy. Dark. Slippery. Torches out. Careful steps. Slightly scary if I’m honest.
Then, like something out of a film… a cabin appears in the middle of nowhere.
Not just any cabin. A roaring fire. A bar. Climbers warming up inside.
One climber had hurt his knee and Alun (our resident chiropractor) was straight in to help. Their leader was so grateful he shared Slănină with us (pig skin in lard).
Let’s just say… the faces around the table said everything. I politely declined.
We also had Tuică Fiartă – strong, peppery, and definitely warming.
Back at the chalet it was magnets, Bumfuzzle, and lots of laughter.
Dinner was slightly chaotic because the birthday celebrations were still in full swing and the music was very loud. Ordering food involved some enthusiastic hand gestures.
Dragos negotiated the volume down (hero) and all was well again.
Some hit the dance floor.
I remembered my age and went to bed.
The wind was howling between the chalets, snow flying sideways, and I did have a tiny moment of wondering whether the cable car would even run tomorrow.
But…
I can’t control the weather.
So I chose sleep.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings.