“On the way to Târgu Jiu, you might pass by Polovragi. Ask about this family, they will take you in for the night.”
After a gruelling hilly ride and later a comfortable night at the family’s guesthouse, I sat down in the dining room at 9 in the morning. Cheese, milk, coffee, toast and zacusca were being served on the table.
“Is there a cave nearby?” I asked in my rusty Romanian, chewing on my zacusca-spread toast, as I remembered seeing a cave on the maps.
“Yes, do you want to visit it?” Mili, the lady owner in her 60s replied.
And that’s how we went off to our little cave exploration.