Reluctantly we leave in the morning, with a hamper of delicious homegrown produce. Having decided to journey toward Romania rather than Serbia, we cross the boarder sooner than we thought. The scenery started to change, the ochre palate gave way to a myriad of reds, blues, greens and any other colour imaginable. We started to see horse and carts (so they're not all burgers!) Old women sat in doorways. I wonder how old they really are? Unlike Hungary were it seems every inch was farmed, in Romania there is a lot of waste ground and untended fields. As we drove throughout the villages the produce sold at the side of the road changed. Some villages were all water melons others all garlic or potatoes. Each village had its own speciality it seemed.
What we hadn't seen were any campsites and although there was waste ground it either wasn't accessible or was to near the road. As we get through a busy town, Richard spots a large camping sign. We couldn't have found anything more opposite to the previous night if we had tried. It was big crowded and noisy. The road, the trains and general hub bub; still in its favour they did have warm showers and wifi. We took the chance to catch up with emails, it was nice to hear news from home - we were not forgotten yet! Thanks to Peter Pan, a Mayflower friend, we now had a blog. Time to test it and upload some pics and stuff. It works, now all I need to do is get the blog caught up with this diary! Too much for one night. We feast on a meal made from some of the contents of our hamper, Richard cooks and I blog.
Not the best nights sleep but this time not due to my cough or the trains or the traffic, but to a little dog barks all night long. I think of Louis, I hope he is ok and will forgive me for leaving him for so long.
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