Footage of our journey across Romania.
We really enjoyed Bucharest and ended up staying way longer than we had envisioned. Our planned time-frame was quickly forgotten about when we were distracted by all the cafes, bars, shops and markets. We were lucky enough to catch a music festival and a wine festival on the same day! We got the bikes fixed so they’re in tip-top shape ready to cross Europe.
Grit, grime and beauty mixed elegantly in the city.
Ciaran’s new bike gang. We met these German guys on their last stretch of their trip. It’s always nice meeting other tourers to trade in snicker bars and tube patches!
Lots of interesting market stalls and dodgy music.
We filled our faces with crap, crap for breakfast, dinner and tea. This crap actually ain’t that bad as opposed to other crap… anyways here’s some crap, which is carp eggs in a creamy light cheese paste…we think!
The road out of Bucharest was busy and flat. We passed endless fields of corn and cabbage. Because of the open fields and lack of hedges, trees etc we found it hard to find wild camping spots in Romania and anywhere that seemed suitable was already occupied by stray dogs. We obviously shared the same taste in hiding spots.
Taking a break in Curtea de Arges, a pretty village. I have ditched my front panniers for Europe. Note the stick. A very important piece of gear used to scare away stray dogs that are rampant in Romania.
We climbed 1500 steps to check out the ruins of Poenari castle. And as if that wasn’t enough exercise for one day we embarked on crossing the Carpathian Mountains via the Transfargarasan road the same day.
The road winds its way up to 2034m but it’s so windy that the gradient isn’t actually too bad, says he.
And what a view! The whole road was pretty breathtaking. It was originally built by the communist leader Ceaușescu to transport tanks across the Carpathians. It is sometimes more aptly named Ceausecu’s folly.
There was always someone selling honey by the road, good for dipping our snickers into! The area where we bought this honey was covered in apple orchards, which we think gave the honey a slight apple taste, as the bees feasted on the fallen apples.
As we were traveling through Transylvania, we were both reading Dracula. It was fascinating to read the book and physically obsorb the imagery described by Bram Stoker as we passed fortified churches, jagged mountains, dark forests and lots of religious icons. We always woke to misty mornings with dew drenched cobwebs around us after a night of trying to ignore the howling dogs. It’s easy to see how this land inspired the most famous of horror stories.
Thanks to Bicishop, Bucharest, for fixing up the bikes, and the advice.