With the Paramotor above the Churches of Transylvania – Day 2 – to Medias

Flying to Medias

Day 2 started with frost covering everything like snow. We crawled out of the van like lizards and waited for the sun to heat us up. But we rather felt like butterflies. Carnivore butterflies after the beers and the barbecue of the previous evening.

Preparations before takeoff

We had some very nice places to visit en-route, and had to land at Medias to refuel before getting back. As we took off pretty late, thermals have already started. We had to fly high above the forested ridges and inhabited valleys to avoid the rough air and occasional sinking air near the ground.

The bird’s eye view from high above gave a different understanding of the region. The most striking difference was the reduced mobility of the people who built these places, and even of those who live there today. There is very little arable land in these narrow valleys, so I can only wonder what people lived of here centuries ago. It is striking from far away that these Saxon villages had very special rules of living together.

Bethlen castle at Cris (DE: Kreisch, HU: Keresd) built in the 15th century, now mostly in ruins. It has been given back to the Bethlen family (nobles and historic governors of Transylvania) in 2007 and restoration work has been started and the castle is given a new life and purpose again after decades of Communist neglect.

Fortified church in Valchid (DE: Waldhütten, HU: Váldhíd). It is in a state of disrepair (according to the news; we could not go down to check with our own eyes because of the turbulent air) after the Saxons leaving the village, and its South tower has collapsed. Even Prince Charles intervened about the lack or bad quality restoration work done in this area.

Passing over another fortified church at Brateiu (DE: Bretai, HU: Baráthely). The village is already in the main valley of the Târnava Mare river (DE:  Große Kokel, HU: Nagy-Küküllő) with the main road connectiong Sighisoara with Medias. Brateiu is best known now for its Rroma population of artizans manufacturing copper distillers and building intricate palaces in their own style.

Arriving at Medias.

Medias is a town of regional interest, with more urban structures, especially fuel pumps that we were interested in. At the first fuel pump we could not find a proper landing place, so went on to the town centre, where there was a fairly decent grass field (in the above picture in the middle) surrounded by high and low-voltage cables, cranes, houses, and trees. Barni landed effortlessly and I was grateful for his high-level professionalism. Together with crazy ideas, it makes an excellent package.

The gas station was only 400 metres away from landing, but we still managed to gave local people a great show cruising to it. People shot videos of us riding our wheeled hovercraft on the ground to the gas station. What could be less normal than that? We parked our strange craft at the gas station and went for a light stroll and a strong coffee in the city centre disguised as normal people.

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