It's rare for me to update this site, for one reason or another. However it's time to answer the odd question.
A few people have asked where to ride in Romania. Well, I'd recommend Kalnoky or Daksa. The former is more sophisticated, the latter wllder and somehow more unique. The former has seven of my best horses, the latter is operated by perhaps the best equestrian guide in Romania.
Some wonder where I am. Far from Romania, distant too from where I stopped two years ago. Separated from my former home by the mountain and the plain and the sundering ocean. If anyone wants to speak to me then do post a comment.
Why the secrecy? Well I am fed up with the idiotic posted abuse of certain small-minded Romanians too lazy to leave their festering land yet too jealous to forget me, and with the tedious scrounging of those who have travelled far around the globe yet cannot shed ingrained ways. Just remember: I worked long and hard to publicise your nation, whilst you trashed your homeland and bit the hand that fed you. Enough! I am beyond your reach.
Now I am a railroad engineer again, and I love my old job - if serving a different road in a remoter place. The iron road is my home, my fellow engineers are my family and friends. The lonesome whistle, the rumble of a long freight train across the plain, the roar of a fast passenger express, these are my music. That and the neigh of a horse and the sound of him eating good hay. This is not a bad life now that I live amongst the honest and the hardworking.
I am Orthodox still, and now have the opportunity to attend an English-speaking congregation. For this I am very grateful. For a while there were a few Romanian members, however their leaders back home ordered them to leave their fellow Orthodox - Russian, Greek, Serbian, American, etc - and form a tight nationalistic cell where they could ignore both history and modern thought.
Deeply do I miss the high mountains, and the horses that I rode and led there. I miss Cornel with whom I worked so closely. Yet I left with relief - a strange duality indeed. I carry that which was good in my heart still, and the rest I try to forgive.