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The greeting
in Vurpar
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Vurpar Overview
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Welcoming Horsemen
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Trasura
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Flags
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People
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Army
Band
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Welcoming
Comitee
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On the way to Vurpar
the bus rumbled passed herds of sheep, horse carts and gypsies in
caravan on the move. At the village of Daia we turned off the main
road and began the road to Vurpar. We steadily climbed hills, passed
scenic overlooks and dove into verdant valleys during the 15-km run.
Just outside
of Vurpar we were welcomed by six mounted riders, each dressed in
the traditional clothes of the area. They were surrounding a carriage
harnessed to two mares, each mare tethered to a colt. Group leaders
Simon Dragan and Jim Cameron were invited to ride the carriage into
town, quite an honor. The horsemen lead at a trot, boys on bicycle
and kids jogging along the berm followed the entourage. A large
bus with soldiers passed. People waved from the fields. The bus
driver appropriately put on a tape of Romanian folk music to complete
the remarkable scene.
When we arrived
at the Camin, the town recreation and meeting hall, almost the entire
town had turned out to greet us. As we spilled from the bus we could
see the Romanian and USA flags flying proudly and we could hear
a band playing Romanian folk music and German marches. Women dressed
in the traditional black and white of Transilvania offered us the
age-old welcome of salt and bread. Vurpars mayor, Michael
Lienerth, read a proclamation and Dolly, a student translated his
words over the din of the army band. Thats Lion Ron Hinshaw
to the right, grinning to the beat of the band.
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Ceremonies
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Hora
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For the next
forty minutes we participated in the welcoming ceremonies, took
a few hundred pictures, shot video, shook hands with old friends,
and enjoyed what Vurpar had done in our honor. We were all a bit
overwhelmed.
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