Relics

We drove past this rusty beast somewhere in Romania and had to stop for a nosey. What follows is a cacophony of textures, beautiful textures.

Rural Wanderings (II)

I've been here before, on several occasions in fact. Yet this is the first time that I am so overwhelmed and in awe. Could it be that I'm experiencing it twice, through mine and Hugo's eyes? It's exhilarating.

Rural Wanderings (I)

We've made it into motherland Romania. At times, places feel like distant memories.

At times, I'm piecing together fragments of my childhood.

Fisherman’s Nirvana

On the bank of a great lake protrudes a jetty with ramshackle fishermen’s caravans parked on it. Today we tried our hand at foraging and cooking on a twig fire. This was mainly born of necessity as we have largely run out of gas and fresh food. 

Words: Hugo Pullen | Photos: Dora Damian