Friday night in

A treasured night at home after a long six-day work week... you name it, we've done it of late. 2020 Summit, Century of Pictures, Olympic torch relay, Pennsylvania primary, Tim Winton's new read, Anzac Day. So now the working day is done, the palak paneer and rogan josh are on their way, and there's tunes to be heard.


Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!


Keren Ann, Sur le fil


PJ Harvey, The Wind


The Devlins, Waiting


Spoon, I turn my camera on


Sigur Rós, Saeglopur


New Order, Paradise


The Church, Ripple


Coralie Clément, L'impasse


GetUp Mob, From Little Things Big Things Grow

Romania, October 2007

Greetings from the EU's latest entrant


Transylvania


Bucharest has only one remaining block of belle epoque buildings


Typical residential block in Bucharest


Part of the old quarter which wasn't torn down to build Ceausescu's Presidential Palace (so hideous even Blogger refused to upload an image of it)


Braşov in Transylvania, hub for the fledgling tourism industry (just don't expect any actual tourism services). Hub for sex tourism too, apparently.


View from the White Tower


Proof we walked all the way up the hill


Dinner: bread filled with goulash and raw onion at our hotel, Bella Muzica


Bran Castle, aka Dracula's home






Next stop: Râşnov


View from on high


Râşnov fortress wall


Watching over the fortress


Still in shock from our homicidal taxi driver (no tour buses yet in Romania) and his tales of adultery


A Roma gentleman our driver tried to run down


Then to Sighişoara, little fortified town of much mud


... a Saxon clock tower


... houses with antlers


... and f--- all else to do.


Waiting for the 5am train from Cluj-Napoca (Romanian for "hungry? tough luck") to Budapest. Oy.