In May 2002 I travelled from my home in Debrecen, Hungary to Romania with a group of folk dancers who were to take part in a village festival in Moldova. Along with the dancers my friends Elina (from Finland) Noemie and Isabelle (from France) were along for the adventure too. We spent five days in a village in Ghimes, Transylvania before moving on to Moldova. I took a digital video camera to record our journey. These pictures are just a few stills taken from the many hours of video footage. Hope you like them...

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Couldn't resist including this picture of one of Elina's many and varied "looks". Apparently it's very popular in Finalnd. Hhhmmmm.... |
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This is Peter and Elina taking the all important beer back to "base camp". Note the horse and cart - the preferred mode of transport in Transylvania. |
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The Debrecen boys do their stuff in Moldova. The music they were dancing to was "Jump (for my love)" by The Pointer Sisters. |
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Locals in the Csango village in Moldova rehearse for the following days festivities. Despite living in the heart of Romania these wonderfully friendly peoples first language is a slightly archaic form of Hungarian. |
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The boys looking exhausted after their performance, despite Elina attempting to amuse them with her "Indiana Jones" impersonation. |
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Elina is Finnish. Therefore nothing pleases her more than a plate of food. Well, other than a big bottle of palinka. |
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Another little-known fact about Finns is that they need to hibernate for three months of the year. Here Elina prepares for the big sleep. |
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Every morning we awoke to this spectacular view. Well, except for the mornings we didn't awake due to heavy Palinka abuse the night before. |
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And this is "Base camp" although pictures really can't convey the beauty of this place. |
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These are the we travelled from Debrecen with. That's wine on their heads and they actually sang AND danced without spilling a drop. |
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Another picture of the girls dancing to "Alcohol" by Barenaked Ladies. |
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Meanwhile back in Ghimes...these are some Gypsies from the village we stayed in. I wasn't sure if the kids all belonged to the girl here (she looked about 15...so probably) but they were all incredibly eager to be photographed. |
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These guys ran out onto the street to be filmed. All the people we met in Romania were incredibly friendly. It was a perfect example of that cliche about people who have nothing but willing to share everything they have. |
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These girls were from Isabelle and Noemie's host family in Moldova. The Csango people were, without doubt, the friendliest people I have ever met. We were only in the village for 24 hours but it was something that will stay with us "kulfoldi" as long as we live. |
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Imre here did all of our cooking including my first ever Hungarian goulash. I'd heard a few horror stories about real goulash but it was fantastic...just wish I hadn't seen what goes into it! |
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On the top of a mountain Isabelle comes face to face with the blazing sun. At least she didn't end up with a bright red clown nose like some people I could mention. |
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Well, what's a holiday without a little romance? Elina and her new "boy" get jiggy. |
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That's me up a mountain that is. |
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As any English person will tell you, the French have terrible table manners. Like eating with their mouths open for instance. No wonder they got knocked out of the World Cup. |
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Thoroughly, thoroughly shagged out after climbing two...yes TWO mountains in one morning. Ghimes, Transylvania. |
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If you ever want to know ANYTHING about Hungary - music, culture, what's on TV tonight etc. as this guy. |
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Another picture of Peter, this time with Elina's boyfriend. |
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Speaking of whom...these two just couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was disgusting. |
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Ethnographer and all roung good egg Sophie tries to nick Elina's bloke. |
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Noemie in the gypsy village. She looks happy now..she won't in four hours when she's just climbed two mountains and is about to have a cardiac arrest at the tender age of 18. |
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This guy was a kick-ass violinist from a nearby village in Moldova. |

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