A Romanian New Year’s Eve in Bucharest

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

Imagine a city covered in snow.

It sits on ladders and lamp posts, railings and rooftops, car windscreens and tree branches: inches thick, untouched and pure white.

The snow quietens the streets. Vehicles are notably absent, leaving vast stretches of open tarmac. People walk more slowly to avoid slipping on the ice; their bodies get closer together, and they hold onto each other’s elbows for better balance.

Bucharest in winter can be a snow lover’s dream. How do I know? Because midway through December 2014, I spontaneously booked a trip to Romania’s capital city for New Year’s Eve.

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

I’ve had enough less-than-wonderful New Year celebrations in the past to know that spending the week in a new country was a good idea – and because I’d been to Romania earlier that summer with a group of bloggers and social media obsessives, I already had a few friends living in Bucharest.

What I hadn’t really considered was how much of a factor the snow was going to be.

A typical Romanian winter?

Bucharest is a relatively temperate city for much of the year, and it doesn’t always get that much December snow. But on the night I arrived to my hostel the flurries were falling thick and fast, and my taxi driver had to circle the block to find a place to park.

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

Outside the Umbrella Hostel, where snowmen are all the rage.

The next day, venturing onto the streets of Bucharest was an exercise in snow safety.

I slipped and slid on the shimmering pavements, a constant stream of cloudy breath emanating from my mouth, and wished fervently that I’d brought a woolen hat instead of an Icelandic headband (which may feature cartoon puffins but still only kept my ears warm).

I often felt a bit like this guy.

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

But as the days went on and I perfected my thermal-clothes-layering system, I realised that exploring the frozen world of winter Bucharest was actually something rather special.

Walking in a Romanian winter wonderland

Under bright blue skies, we wandered through quiet, wide streets and past huge Modernist buildings. Amongst the ornate lamp posts and snow laden trees were government buildings, palaces and monasteries scattered all over the city, as well as fantastically intricate houses – all gated and padlocked shut.

It felt wonderfully bizarre, like a resolutely proud ghost city.

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

Eventually we reached Cişmigiu Park, where barely any of the snow had been touched except by a handful of walking, stumbling feet.

The golden sunlight fell past creamy yellow buildings and settled on the snow, the tree trunks, the weighed down branches – but the snow was bluish in the parts already touched by the shade.

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

What happens in Romania on New Year’s Eve?

On December 31st, various guests of our small hostel gathered together in the communal kitchen, amidst beer bottles and various Romanian spirits. We’d already discussed what might be expected of the night: nobody was planning to go crazy but we all agreed on experiencing whatever local celebrations Bucharest had to offer.

Of course, the city had its own plans for us.

Our transition into 2015 involved racing through the metro system in way too many layers for the suffocating heat; emerging into Bulevardul Unirii, the central street in Bucharest, at eight minutes to midnight; and being surrounded by crowds of locals lighting lanterns and setting off fireworks they’d placed directly on the pavement.

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

Our sudden group of new friends hugged and danced together to stave off the chill – because at the final midnight of 2014, Bucharest hit a record low of -21’C. I could feel the hairs freeze inside my nose.

In front of a live performance from Smily, Romania’s top singer, we stomped our hiking boots, waved our gloved hands in the air and took turns swigging from a bottle of fake champagne, the dregs of which had turned to slush ice at the bottom.

Until eventually the bottle ended up in the snow like all the others…

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

Back into the frozen streets

Once the New Year celebrations were over, Romanians relaxed back into their quiet, icy world. The first days of January coincided with a long weekend, and coupled with the weather, they had no reason to be outside.

So I walked around alone. The only figures I came across were statues, half hidden in the grounds of museums under tree branches laden with snow.

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

It was a good time to reflect and think, sliding my boots through the slush that blanketed every surface.

And just when I got a bit too chilly, my Romanian friend Alex introduced me to the cult of the Romanian tea house.

The Bucharest ‘Coffee Shop & Tea House’ tour

I whiled away an afternoon in the Camera din față teahouse surrounded by over 150 different blends of tea, all stacked precariously on wooden shelves up to the ceiling and the topmost ones only accessible by ladder.

Sat at a table that used to be a sewing machine, I sipped on a rooibos tea with vanilla, cardamom and a hint of spice – and I’d already downed a first pot of black jasmine tea served in a satisfyingly solid china mug.

Total tea heaven.

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

My final few days were spent predominantly in a cafe near to my hostel called M60. Beautifully designed by a Romanian and a Finn, there were copies of the New Yorker scattered on long tables and a number of women with new born babies.

I asked a young woman if a space on the sofa was free and ended up in intense conversation with Irina, an aspiring scriptwriter who pointed out that this new little cafe is remarkable because it’s one of the few non-smoking places in the city that’s actually cool and comfortable to spend time in.

We talked about how much Romania has changed, and how it’s happening ever more quickly. She wants to write scripts about the shift in people’s mentalities across the years. We also talked about writing, and being sparse with your words. She said that writing is a way of letting the world slip past you – but for me, it’s also a form of meditation.

Balconies of a Bucharest apartment block


Learning to relax in a snow-covered city

For a week, I was in a country where I didn’t have much else to do than relax. Walking slowly from tea house to cafe to coffee shop to restaurant, I had more than enough time to settle into Bucharest’s city vibe, and it was unexpectedly wonderful.

In amongst the days of snow and slush there were hours of reading and scribbling notes; a few too many cookies and slices of cake; a constant stream of fascinating people to observe, from the dog who wouldn’t listen to his owner to the young girls with younger lambs cradled awkwardly in their arms.

I relished the ability to travel truly alone again, but appreciated the people around me when they appeared, striking up conversations with Romanians and fellow Englishmen alike. After making some huge changes to how I lived that year, I had the chance to finally start thawing out.

As the snow began to melt, so did I.

A couple walking in Bucharest, Romania

I left Bucharest just as it was coming back to life, but I’m grateful that I caught it only in its frozen state. For a week, the city paused itself: long enough that I felt sequestered; quiet and reflective.

Ready for the new year, whatever that held.

A Romanian New Year's Eve in Bucharest

Have you ever spent New Year’s Eve in another country? Would you like to wander the snowy streets of Bucharest too?

About Flora

Flora Baker is the founder and editor of Flora the Explorer, where she writes about her travels around the world, her volunteering exploits and her ongoing attempt to become fluent in Spanish by talking to anyone who'll listen. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus.

, , , ,

8 Responses to A Romanian New Year’s Eve in Bucharest

  1. Andrea Anastasiou December 28, 2015 at 10:35 am #

    Beautifully written as always, Flora. I also love the photos; there’s something peaceful and majestic about a city covered in snow.

    • Flora December 29, 2015 at 11:46 am #

      Thanks so much Andrea! It was such an eerie beauty in Bucharest too – the fact that everyone seemed to be inside just made the snow seem more magical!

  2. Candice December 28, 2015 at 3:43 pm #

    Bucharest looks lovely, and I kind of miss the snow. I don’t mind the snow, as long as it isn’t dreary. This will be my first ever NYE outside of my home province! I only came to this realization the other day. Kinda looking forward to it.

    • Flora December 30, 2015 at 7:53 pm #

      I’m sure you’ll have a fantastic new year in Berlin, Candice – even if there isn’t any snow!

  3. NextStopWhoKnows December 31, 2015 at 8:12 pm #

    We’re heading there end of January and plan to stay a few weeks. Would love some suggestions on possible parts of the city to think about staying in Flora?

    • Flora January 1, 2016 at 11:09 pm #

      I stayed in the Umbrella Hostel which was really lovely, and there were lots of nice coffee shops & tea houses close by! Hope you guys have a great trip 🙂

  4. Stefan January 6, 2016 at 2:39 am #

    Wow! Such incredible and enchanting photos! I was in Bucharest in July but I think I made a mistake visiting during the summer. I would have loved to be there with all that snow. It seems like there are fewer tourists there in December as well. Wonderful post!

  5. Kate January 6, 2016 at 5:29 pm #

    Great photos! Looks like you had a wonderful trip!

Leave a Reply