Romania was Different
The Transfagarasan road was GREAT, lots of corners but also lots of low cloud which I think made it a little less scarey. When you cant see the sheer drops at the side of the road then it does not seem so bad.
Mikes bike is suffering a bit, bits keep rattling off.
Everyone is suffering a bit with the excessive heat.
And the bugs bite but for a change they seem to like Mike better than me.
We found a great camp site in a small village called Carta. We thought we had made a wrong turning, down a dirt track rutted track but sure enough at the edge of the village a large metal gate opened by a woman who spoke great English, it seemed like an oasis, beautiful short grass, trees to give us shade, and a cherry tree to sneakily pinch the cherries from.
Mikes bike is suffering a bit, bits keep rattling off.
Everyone is suffering a bit with the excessive heat.
And the bugs bite but for a change they seem to like Mike better than me.
We found a great camp site in a small village called Carta. We thought we had made a wrong turning, down a dirt track rutted track but sure enough at the edge of the village a large metal gate opened by a woman who spoke great English, it seemed like an oasis, beautiful short grass, trees to give us shade, and a cherry tree to sneakily pinch the cherries from.
I kid you not this is the road to the camp site, we thought we had made yet another mistake reading these foreign signs, thoughts of rabid dogs, and wild animal attacks were going thru our heads.
We gingerly proceeded along the road/track to a large green metal gate, it screeched as it swung open and
WOW
We watched the grass being cut by a scythe, it was loaded into a horse drawn cart and taken away to be stored for winter feed.
Then
Modern life took over and someone came in with a lawnmower and gave the grass its final trim.
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