After 6 days of being in a beautiful city, camping, going to concerts and hanging out with friends, it was time I came back. Timisoara is a city I hope I’ll have enough courage to move to one day. It’s really a minuature copy of Vienna, but without its bourgeois atmosphere. It’s beautiful and colourful, with adorable terraces directly on the sidewalk, with buildings I could spend hours and hours looking at, with parks and nice houses. I’d love to get old in that city!

Even the old buildings that aren’t renovated are so nice. I’m really in love with the city, there I’ve said it And it’s so cool that there are sooo many bikers! Young people, old people, cool new bikes, old bike, ah, it’s a biker paradise out there

As for Garana, it was a real adventure out there. I’m totally helpless when it comes to setting up the tent, but I was lucky to have some friends of my friends help me. Mountain-people are indeed very nice and helpful, they’re too good people for someone as mean as I am Anyways, I had a great time with them and maybe one day I’ll go camping with them again

The concerts were awesome, but I feel like the organisers were a bit disorganised. Not to mention that I find really stupid the idea of having to sit on benches throughout the concerts. I mean, it gets bloody cold up there in the mountains and you’re sitting! Not good! And there was a lot of mud and grrrr other things. I’m more of a “grass”-type of person and that’s one major thing I believe Garana lacks.

I’m going to miss this beautiful city, but hopefully I’ll go there again year after year. That is if my friends there still want to have me there