Transport issues

We have spent a bit of time in transit in the last few days. We have thanked the fact that we are not running on any type of schedule a fair few times now. You will have already heard of our experience in crossing the border, we then had a two hour bus trip turn into a four and a half hour trip as the bus broke down.
The next time we went to catch a bus, this time to Lacul Rosu, it was flat out cancelled stranding a whole bunch of people til the next morning, ourselves included.
When we did get that bus the next morning we headed to Lacul Rosu, a resort 'town' which we had expected to be a lot larger. We were going to spend the night there but after seeing the magnificent Bicaz gorge nearby and wandering around the lake for a bit we decided to head on to Brasov that day. That involved a stop in Gheorgheni as we had not brought enough money with us to get all the way to Brasov. As we had expected Lacul Rosu to be much bigger we thought they would have ATMs (everywhere else so far has) so we were pretty much skint. Lucky we didn't want to stay the night anyway.
The next bus we jumped on was a maxi taxi, similar to marshrutkas in Ukraine but not quite as crowded. Not the best journey as there was a mother and son behind us getting terribly travel sick and stinking out the bus. We were relieved when we saw the city limits sign for Gheorgheni although our relief didn't last long. A woman turning left as we were overtaking her (silly bus driver) sideswiped us and sent us careering into a telegraph pole. BANG!
It was a scary couple of seconds before we figured out that the little girl sitting on her mum's lap and gone flying forwards was ok and that the sleeping babushka who landed in the aisle hadn't broken her hip. Oh and of course checking that we were ok too.
Actually thanks to that invention called the brake everyone escaped completely unharmed (except for Adam who has a mysterious sore arm). The telegraph pole might need replacing though, and the van.
The weirdest part of the whole experience though was that as no one was hurt, no one spoke our language and there was nothing for us to do we just put on our packs and walked the remaining ten minutes into town. How lucky that it was the town we wanted to get to in the first place.
Now just to settle down any worry warts out there, the driving here has actually been fairly sedate. A combination of shocking roads, horses and carts and livestock keep the speed limits right down even between towns. Just thought we should add that...
Photo: End of the road...