I’ve been climbing the Ignis Mountain for as long as I can remember.   Ignis is one of the mountains you can see from my parents’ courtyard in Baia Mare. It is, in fact, one of the mountains you can see from anywhere in town and, truth be told, it’s the mountain I never got…

All miracles are said to last three days. Well, as far as I’m concerned, there seems to be a twist to that. For me it takes three attempts to reach any given summit for the first time. I have to go one weekend to decide on the route, I need to return the second weekend…

Everything becomes history. This is probably how it’s supposed to be, to always stay focused on the present and only a little, a very little, on the future. And yes, let us find pleasure in reminiscing the past, if the memories are pleasant. So what am I getting at with all this? Well, I’m getting…

I was 12 when I fell. Fell off my bike, that is. I ended up breaking my right arm and spending 5 weeks in a cast. That was the beginning, or at least part of it. Which is to say that my affair with bikes goes back many years. Oh, and it’s worth mentioning that…

It all started on Friday when, at Augustiner Brau in Salzburg, together with Iulia., Robert, and a couple of their really nice friends, we celebrated the end of the skiing season by drinking beer, naturally. Reason being that we needed to keep a clear mind for the following day, to make sure we would be…

I’m what you’d call a “morosan” and whether I like it or not that’s an indelible part of who I am. For those of you that don’t know, a “morosan” is someone whose birthplace is in Maramures County/ Romania. It’s true enough I enjoy this status and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I…

So. The time has come for us to talk about that surprise that has the following key words: beanie hat / hammock / photo / Popa Gheorghe. And that’s because we’re celebrating one year of life for EXPLOREVERYTHING. Let’s take them one at a time. Beanie hat. Because at some point, I suppose, each and…

It’s evening again. But this morning I was on my feet by 6.30. And by 7.30 my friend Z and I were already on board the train. We were heading for Salzburg, where Z was going to switch to another train that would take him to Wien, and from there he was going to embark…

I’m a skier, that’s true enough, but I’ve been doing it for so long I’ve actually lost count. If I remember correctly, I must have been about 4 when I first got a pair of skis under my feet. I was wearing woollen socks made by my grandma, leather boots and wooden skis, naturally. For…

It’s Sunday. And, honestly, I’m absolutely in no mood for writing. At some point today I spoke to a friend who said that a lack of inspiration was a clear sign to get busy with other things. So I spent some time cooking, sleeping, walking. The walking entailed putting up with some cold and some…