Dining with Shepherds in the Carpathians.

in #travel7 years ago (edited)

If you've read some of my articles, you know I like to do a lot of the out of the ordinary, non-touristy and out of comfort type of travel. Most of it happens because I don't usually have a plan. I go and let the chips fall where they may. I have never really fit into the "normal" mold of society and have never been comfortable doing what everyone does when they travel.


Shepherds Milking Sheep

So it comes as no surprise that I find myself crammed inside communist era Dacia truck with a few companions towards the foothills of the Carpathians. We would hike our way to an are where paved roads don't exist and the only way to get there is by foot.

The Purpose?

To dine with Shepherds.

Cool right?

This was my last night during my month long stay in the village of Breb in Maramureș County in Romania. There’s no Michelin star restaurant waiting for us up there. Just the faint rustling of hay as it sways with the wind and perhaps the occasional bark from the sheepdogs as they fiercely guard their herd.


Carpathians Sun

There’s no comfort in a valet parking your car, just the possibility of an encounter with wolves and bears as Romania still boasts the largest number of these beasts. You don’t have to pay $200 for a meal like you would at a Michelin rated restaurant but yet here is a much more intimate dining experience that restaurant critics and their so-called distinguished and astute tastes could ever match.


Flock Of Sheep

Sheep and wild strawberries


As we slowly ascend up the mountain road to reach the sheepherder’s summer camp, we couldn’t help but notice the wild strawberries growing along the sides of the road to which we enjoyed harvesting and feasting on whatever tiny fruity morsels we could find. The rocks and deep potholes shaped by years of horse carriage use made it somewhat of a challenging walk in the mildly steep terrain.


Sheep Station Horse

Every now and then the torturously muddy trail would sometimes give way and I would sink almost knee deep in the quagmire. But, it didn’t matter, the fresh clean mountain air made it difficult to even think negative thoughts. It smelt as if I was lost: nowhere close to home as home smelled of fake man made scents and chemicals. It was a smell of relief to get away from all the polluted mess that is home.


Pots And Pans

Watch out for the dogs

We slowly crept over a thicket around the bend, finally sneaking a peek at the sheepherder’s winter camp. As I proceeded towards the cabin, a sharp voice with a British accent yelled: “Stop!” Wait there for a second. I turned around and saw Penny, the dinner organizer, trying to catch up. You can’t go on past this point because there are sheepdogs around, she said, pointing at a cage near the house. They’re usually fine but they’re very protective of their flock when threatened, she continued, noting that guardian sheepdogs are massive!


Horse at the Sheep Station

We proceeded past the winter station, thankful for the fact of not being attacked by sheepdogs, and into the summer camp where we are to have our dinner. The sheepdogs here were more accommodating and extremely friendly. It wasn’t long before I was surrounded by a few waiting to get their turns a being petted.


Summer Camp Bed

The camp is nothing more than a simple make-shift shack. It’s minimalist yet cozy. There’s a place to cook and sleep. The place has everything necessary to make cheese from sheep milk and separate the curds to feed the sheepdogs. There’s even fresh running water fed directly from a mountain spring nearby. It’s enough for a decent sized family to thrive on.


Dinner with Shepherds

Food


We were served some snacks of cheese, tomatoes, and Slanina (pig fat with skin). I wasn’t particularly fond of the Slanina, you’re supposed to toast it like marshmallows over an open flame and have the fat melt directly onto a piece of bread. My companions seem to be a big fan of it, but, I simply couldn’t get over the fatty texture and weird taste in my mouth. I’ve tried all sorts of strange foods. Grasshoppers, bamboo larvae, duck heads and so on. But man let me tell ya, Slanina won that round. It’s not for me!


Shepherd's Wagon

Weird cheese


The cheese was also a bit strange. It has a bitter aftertaste and the texture is unlike any cheeses I’ve ever tried. It’s also a bit rubbery but not hard and chewy, it crumbles in the mouth. It’s a little gummy but not sticky if that makes sense. I was going to give up on it too but after sprinkling a small amount of rock salt and following it up with the tomatoes it was quite tasty! You snack on this cheese with a few rounds of beer, awesome company, random conversations, amazing scenery, and you have the makings of an epic evening.


Sheep's Milk Cheese

While we’re having a snack and playing with the sheepdogs, Penny was busy helping the shepherd’s wife preparing a cauldron of Goulash, a traditional stew of Hungarian origin. Carrots, potatoes, garlic, onions, and a heavy dose of paprika all go into wood-fired cauldron mixed with fat and water to a simmer, et voila, savory soup goodness!


Making Goulash

I had my first goulash at Miercurea-Ciuc during the Pentecost Pilgrimage in Harghita. I’ve been hooked on it ever since. The spice, the aroma, the flavor was amazing and this one was particularly tasty because of where it was served.


Goulash

Sheep


Sheep is the most precious commodity in here in the mountains. Wool is provided by the sheep, which is used as a material for blankets, coats, and rugs essential for subsistence in the harsh winters of the Carpathians. Milk is also provided by sheep and it can then be turned into cheese and in turn, produce curd for the sheepdogs to eat. The lambs are used for food and their skin for clothing. Anything extra is used to trade for other goods or sold in the market for extra cash.


Sheep

The shepherds have lived this way for hundreds of years. Life is simple, yet elegant. There’s almost a romantic appeal to how they live their lives. Of course, there are hints of modernity creeping in. Some now communicate with smartphones instead of the traditional shepherd's horns. Heck, I even got a 3G signal up there. But you can’t help but not worry yourself about the constant urge to check your social media status. You just feel compelled to lay that phone down and enjoy the scenery.


Here is a traditional Shepherd Horn was used for communicating over long distances

WOULD YOU LIKE TO DINE AT THE SHEPHERD STATION?

  • You can arrange this with Penny at the Village Hotel in Breb, Maramures, Romania.
  • You can also opt to spend several days with the shepherds if you want.
  • Maramureș is famed for its villages and centuries-old churches. It’s a must-visit if you’re ever in Romania.
  • Breb is a 3-hour bus ride from Cluj-Napoca to Baia-Mare the biggest city in Maramureș. From Baia-Mare you can catch a bus to Sighet and you can tell your bus driver to drop you off in Breb. From the top of the hill, Breb is just a 1.5km walk. Alternatively, you can hitch-hike your way to the village, it’s very common in this area to hitch-hike so don’t be shy (offer a few RON after the ride).
  • It's a moderate hike up to the sheep station but very slippery. Bring hiking shoes or boots.
  • There are mosquitoes so bring insect repellent.

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nice pics! very atmosferic)

Wow, I love the dramatic skies

I love your idea of traveling off the beaten track, I also like to do the same, although probably not as hardcore as you. Staying with the shepherds must have been a unique experience and that cheese looks awesome. They also have slanina where I was born but it wasn't my favourite either.

Definitely an acquired taste!

Damn, man. I'm dreaming about Patagonia and planning a trip there, to the other end of the world, but I've never set foot in Breb. And that's just hours away from where I live.

Is there something wrong with me? :)

Nothing wrong with you. I've noticed that travelers tend to not explore their own area where they live, yet they've explored the whole world. Like, there are a lot of Europeans who have seen more of the US than me, because they're determined to see it all when they go. But when I lived in Costa Rica, I saw more of the country than most Costa Ricans, 'cause I was determined to see as much of it as I could while I was there.

So, I think it's normal. But, based on this post, it sounds like you should definitely go to Breb.

Go check it out :)

Yay for not having a plan! And not just being a typical tourist.

So, did you make cheese out of the sheep's milk or just eat it?

I wanna know how you randomly ended up in this place! lol did you make randomly meet Penny on the street somehow? I also didn't know there were bears in Romania, btw.

I grew up eating goulash...maybe I have some Hungarian in me and didn't know it.

As always, amazing post.

I didn't make the cheese nor do I know how to! I met Penny's husband in Cluj, he had a spare room in the village so I rented it :) and yes, LOTS of bears in Romania!

I'm kind of disappointed you didn't see one haha

Such a cool post! Thank you for sharing this with us.

I never thought I'd say this sentence - but that photo of the guys milking sheep is so tranquil and peaceful.

My thoughts too :)

Your writing is great, it allows the reader to fell like they are walking alongside you in your experience.

Do you have any pictures of the sheepdogs?!
What made you want to go eat with the shepherds?

Oh yeah! I meant to ask that about the shepherds, too! Are you from Portland, btw? I'm from there. Sometimes. When I'm not traveling/living somewhere else. I don't know where I'm from anymore haha

I am from Portland! Living right next to Oregon City. Did you grow up here or move here? Are you traveling now?

I didn't really plan to eat with them but the opportunity was offered and it wasn't a "plan" so of course I would do it!

Thanks for sharing. Looks like a Bernese Mt. Dog kind of?

Yeah, kind of :)

This is called the real quality post keep it up

Yes! @adonisabril is a good one 'cause he always puts a lot of effort into his posts and it shows.

What have you done? My mouth is watering! I love to eat cheese, tomatoes and onions with a sprinkle of salt and pepper. And slănină is the best! Every part of the pig is used here. People from big cities are searching hard for unprocessed foods. When I go in the country where my grandma lives, I look out for products sold by peasants at the edge of the road. Many Romanians do this. I think that being able to go back to our roots make Romania unique. Like you said, just setting your phone aside and enjoy the surroundings and the company. Simple things, but precious.

I was also eating pork lard that dripped on bread :)

Congrats for your courage! It surely isn't food for everyone.