Playing backgammon
The website formerly known as Ro-Mania
Life after Romania. And I still really like O-Zone!
May 2004 - Sept 2005
Documenting the horrors, frustrations and bureaucracy of the adventures of life in the amazing contradiction that is Romania. Now with 10% more vampires!
All text and pictures (unless otherwise specified) are copyright Karla, 2004-2005.
If you would like to use my pictures, please contact me and give credit where credit is due. I will also send originals in high-resolution format on request. Timisoara More about me Total cost (CAD)
- Plane ticket: $1800.00
- Immunization: $347.00
- Visa cost: $105.00
- Express Post: $25.00
- My sanity: priceless
About Me
- Name: Karla
- Location: Canada
I came to Romania straight out of university as an intern working with intercultural education. After extending my contract twice, I realised how much I love my newly adopted country and decided to stay as long as I could. "As long as I could" turned into 361 days. I am now back in Canada, but am hoping to revive this blog to coincide with my new job.
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- Afternoon games
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- Church
- Mating turtles
- These houses are still lived in today
- How men see themselves
- Cock Valley
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2 Comments:
Jaysus! Reminds me of my long-deceased Grandfather and his absolute, maniacal love for backgammon (which I inherited).
Great pictures. Takes me back 25 years.
This guy had the absolute coolest eyebrows I've ever seen. We sat outside playing backgammon all afternoon. He beat me every time, pr0bably because I'm too nice and I felt bad "protecting myself".
He had a whole shelf of letters and pictures of himself with customers from around the world. Almost every Turkish merchant has this to attest to the quality of their shop.
Still, his eyebrows looked like giant caterpillas stapled to his brow. Reminded me of a great horned owl.
Good times!
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