Literally. This pockmarked ceiling leads up into one entrance to the salt mine at Turda, Romania, that is now a tourist attraction.
I decided when I started paying for my own holidays that I would visit at least one new country every year. I’ve managed that most years, when I didn’t I mostly managed to compensate with a new place in an old country.
I’ve just made my first new country of the year ☺. Where I took a roundabout route to a friend’s wedding. Experience has taught me to ask the locals before consulting Lonely Planet. So Salina Turda – the first place I visited after flying into Cluj, in Transylvania.
It’s a beautiful place, the patterns made by the salt kept my claustrophobia at bay. But as with all pits I have visited I felt quite glad I wasn’t born a century ago – the photo below is facing into a pit in the Echo Chamber. A fraction of the depth of the one where the amusement park is!