Only time my kids have snored (and only a little bit) is when they’ve had colds and blocked noses.

I think its worth a trip to the Dr to check things out.

Snoring itself isnt harmful, but if you notice it disrupts his sleep, pauses breathing (apnoea), noisy breathing throughout the day, choking on saliva, tired & irritable throughout the day, or any other signs, its worth a trip to your GP cures for snoring.

We took our DD1 (now 4) to the GP due to loud snoring, apnoea, tired through the day and huge tonsils with a lump on one. They did an xray to see her adenoids which showed they were enlarged and referred us to an ENT. She’s now on the waiting list to have tonsils & adenoids removed.

Some nights she still breathes alright at night, other nights she pauses breathing constantly. Especially when she’s been sick even a minor cold makes for at least 2 months of terrible sleep! She also chokes on her saliva alot day & night now.

Good luck

The DVD (which is part of the surround sound) when it plays a film the music etc comes out of all 6 speakers.
However, when I play a Blu_Ray on my PS3 through my TV, or just play the tv the sound only comes out of 3 speakers and not rear 2 speakers.

My PS3 is connected to the tv via a hdmi cable. The tv sound is connected to the surround system via a Digital Optical lead.

I’ve just got a new Samsung sidelit led tv, and I have a DVD/Surround System and a PS3.

Please can anyone offer suggestions as to why I’m not getting all the speakers to work when watching tv or playing a blu-ray ?
Many thanks in advance
Paul

Iezer Papusa

Last weekend I had the opportunity to join my friends from the Bucharest Muntenia tourism club in an escapade in the Iezer Papusa massif. We left on Friday evening and came back on Sunday afternoon. We went by bus and we stayed at the Voina cabin – which is more like a hotel than a cabin.

On Saturday, at 5 a.m., everyone who wanted to hike on the trail we had decided on (Vacarea summit – Vacarea sheepfold – Atheneum Cross monument – Rosu peak – Iezer peak) woke up, to leave in about an hour on the trail marked with a red line, hiking on Vacarea summit in a drizzle which later turned to snow. The trail starts on a hill and crosses a gravel road several times. Not long after we began climbing, at about 1100 m altitude, it started snowing with large flakes and the snow settled on the trees and the recently-rained on dried leaves.

After about 40 minutes of hiking through the wood, my physical condition didn’t allow me to continue, so I had to go back to the cabin. The others continued on, aiming to get the Atheneum Cross and Iezer peak, but they had to turn back too, because of the weather.

The descent to the cabin didn’t take more than 20 minutes and I didn’t have any problems. After 2 more hours of sleep, I decided to try the blue cross trail with C., toward Iezer lake, through the Targusor river valley. We left at around 10 a.m., through the fresh snow, following the gravel road that climbed parallel to the river. It didn’t take us long to get to the point where the trail to Cuca cabin starts. The road is accesible to automobiles up to here, but cars are forbidden to travel the portion to the (former) Batrana cabin.

The road to Batrana cabin climbs smoothly in between fir trees. We were lucky and we saw two Carpathians hawks that glided above us for a while. After an hour and a bit we got to what used to be Batrana cabin. The cabin, now a ruin, has stopped existing as a tourist spot a few years ago, because it was destroyed by a flood which also destroyed the gravel road that crossed the river. From here, we walked 20 minutes more and I again decided to quit because the snow layer was increasingly thick and we were climbing up the mountain, and my physical condition had its say again. C. continued alone, like an experienced mountaineer he is.

I turned back and I lingered from time to time to admire the scenery and breathe in the clear mountain air. Feeling sorry about the sights I might have seen had I hiked any of the trails to its end, I decided to head to Cuca cabin. As soon as you get on the trail to Cuca cabin, from the point where the Voina road splits, you can see massive land clearing. I hiked on to Cuca together with some of the members of Muntenia club. The road is crossed by a river from time to time and it climbs smoothly toward the cabin. After about an hour and a half we got to Cuca cabin, where we warmed up with a cup of tea or mulled wine. You can’t find food at Cuca, only tea and mulled wine in winter; the place is heated with a wood stove, and the kitchen only has a cylinder stove. It doesn’t have electricity.

After 20 minutes, we slowly moved toward Voina, where we got around 4 p.m.

On Sunday, on our way back home, we stopped at Rausor dam to take a few pictures, then we continued on to the urban jungle called Bucharest.

Romania

Just like my mum cooks better than your mum, I can’t be objective concerning my country.

While standing in line in the Vienna airport I was deep in thought while looking at a young Buddhist monk wearing a traditional garment, accompanied by a very beautiful woman. The dream state was broken by the charming approach of a group of noisy women. They were restless, flurried and pleasant, and when they started to ask questions in broken English I burst into laughter.

I like colorful people and, since I met most of them in Romania, I like it here.

I like cultures that overrate themselves and, since Romania is the most familiar to me, I like it here.
Any culture establishes itself as a center, a pole of interest for a certain community. Thus, any worthwhile display is inflated to glorious size and not justified in an objective manner. We have a good movie, we squeeze it as much as possible and it was successful all over the place and it’s a rebirth of Romanian cinama and etc. When we use the exceptions to fuel our desire that they become the rule, you can recognize a culture that overrates itself. It’s just a phase (sometimes to be blamed), but it pushes things forward.

I like blazing, confident and beautiful women, and since most of them are Romanian, I like it here.

I like the noise, the bustle, the turmoil and, since you can find them all here, I like Romania.

I like Eliade and Culianu and, since they were Romanian, I like Romania.

I like the national footbal team and I like the national women’s handball team.

I like our youth.

I like that we are a bad-tempered nation, that we move (good, bad) and exist.

I like that we badmouth each other, but God forbid some outsider dare criticize us.

I like that it’s easy to get a conversation started with a Romanian. It’s so easy to find a common subject: football (Steaua, Dinamo, Rapid, the local and national teams), politics (politicians, corruption, recent scandals), sex (women in general, local characteristics – Moldova, Ardeal, Bucharest etc.), being Romanian (it’s difficult, it’s easy, wait till you see how it is abroad, I have a daughter in Canada, we’ve always been like this, I met someone from your town etc.)

I like that it’s not easy being Romania. It’s an eternal challenge.

Craiova

When I left for Craiova on Saturday morning, my only thought was: “God, I want to kill the person who decided we’d take the 6 a.m. train.” I am not a morning person, and after waking up after 9 for a couple of years, being up at 5 is not my idea of fun.

I had only been to Craiova once, years ago, for a few hours. Things I remembered:
- the University was white and pretty
- the park was large and beautiful
- the locals could not give street directions.
I was to be proven correct on all three.

So, on Saturday morning, along with a sizeable section of the team at Bookblog, I got on a (remarkably new and clean) train. A couple of hours later, we got off in the middle of the Apocalypse, apparently: some sort of construction work was going on and the train station was surrounded by metal sheet.

We had 2 hours until another member was arriving, so we figured we’d just go to the hotel, leave our stuff and come back for her. We had a map and the city wasn’t large, what’s the worse that could happen?
(That question never has a happy answer.)

Apparently the map was not particularly detailed. So we naturally asked people. One lady told us the street didn’t exist (I don’t know how come she knew all the streets in town). Other people directed us to the Electroputere factory, since our hostel was on Electroputere street. Once we half-circled the factory, we decided to call the hostel and ask. The receptionist was sorry, but he couldn’t explain how to get there. Maybe we should just ask for Electroputere highschool.

Three people on the street later, we had a pretty good idea about how to get to said highschool. But, according to them, it was far away. Hmm, but another guy had said to just go round that building. We soon rememebered that what passes for a long distance in a small town is probably close for us (since we are all from large cities), so we walked. And, not long after, we finally spotted the big sign announcing the Griffon Hostel. Right next to the highschool gate. I have no idea why the receptionist couldn’t just have said that.

The place looked pretty deserted. The front door was locked, the secondary door was locked, there was a pile of dirt in front of the third door… Boy, were we amazed when we got in. I was expecting a hostel, one big room with many beds. We got double rooms, with new furniture, very clean sheets, bathroom (with the best ever shower stall I’ve ever used), cable TV… wow. Nothing to eat, though, so don’t count on a restaurant if you decide to stay here.

Of course, it took us two hours to get here, so we couldn’t get back to the train station to pick up our friend. She got there in 5 minutes by cab. (The taxis were cheap and the distances short.)

We’d already seen the industrial side of the city (where I loved this old sign spelling “Electroputere” – I assume it has or it used to have grass growing out of it in summer), so we decided to eat and see the sights.

We wandered around the center for a bit, found a restaurant, ate, then met up with a couple of locals. I admit I thought there was not much to see in Craiova, except for the park. I was expecting an industrial town, but I got a very modern central square (I understand it’s been redone recently) and beautiful buildings:

The Prefecture

The Museum of Art

We even got to see the inside of an old noble’s house, thanks to one of our Craiova friends. The owner invited us in and let us roam the place, then he even tried to buy us some cakes

But the Romanescu park is the best part. It’s big (96 ha) and we visited it at a great time, the beginning of spring. I was surprised to see how quiet it was, despite the amount of people walking or skating around. If you chose one of the more remote paths you could be sure no one bothered you. And this was on a Saturday afternoon!

The one part I didn’t like was the zoo. Depressing. Animals kept in really small enclosures, in bad conditions, looking extremely unhappy… However, it looks like it will be shut down because it doesn’t follow European Union rules.
(If you look at the large version of this photo of a lion, the sign says “Unauthorized location being shut down”)

Unfortunately, we had been walking for almost a day, so we headed off back to the hotel. Interestingly, one of the park exits leads to a graveyard. You just pass through it on your way in and out the park. A nice way of reminding people they will die one day…

We didn’t see anything new on Sunday, we only took another walk in the park, but I can’t finish before recommending Bistro Park, a very nice little place near the park entrance, with cheap and good food. Just avoid it on Saturday night (maybe the rest of the week-nights too?) because they have a very loud restaurand band. We had to yell to be able to hear each other. But the waitresses are nice and the food is served very fast.

All in all, Craiova was a very nice surprise. A walk in the park and on some of the more remote streets with old buildings is totally worth it.

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