After today’s journey, we now fully understand why a busman needs one.
With today’s temperature soaring to 34C, the last thing we anticipate is a one and three-quarter hour crawl through the madness of the Bucharest inner city roads. But that’s exactly what we get.
Yesterday’s seemingly sedate cross over into Romania finds us in the heart of its Black Sea Riviera-land. A lunchtime break and leg stretch at Constanta takes us past this unusual looking structure. A giant 285ft tall inland lighthouse.
We pitch up a little further north at Camping S Navodari. The threatening storm leaves us barely enough time for a beach stroll and a quick dip.
Fortunately we book for one night only. At 12.30am – i.e.past bedtime, a luney couple decide to move their caravan – right behind Beastie. It’s 1am by the time their clatterings are done. Come 7.30am they move again! Come 7.45am they’re replaced by two sets of ‘tenters’. The three young lads to our side look as if they’re here for the long haul. Apart from the fully loaded kitchen fridge they also unload a three foot tall rib tickler. Point it in our direction. Time to leave!
Casa Alba proves to be a surprisingly leafy green oasis within the outer Bucharest suburbs.