After two days and three nights in Cãrta I was beginning to think the summer was over. The day I arrived was really nice, hot and sunny but as evening fell so did the rain and it stayed that way for the next 36 hours or so. My forth morning dawned dry if overcast and I decided to drive the Transfãgãrasan Pass, which I been planning to do for the past few days. I set off as the sun was trying to poke through, which it did every now and again for a few minutes, but at least it was dry.
The first part of the climb up the pass was not that spectacular, the road wound it's way through a forest of trees leaving little to be seen. About a third of the way up the road suddenly cleared the trees and the immediately I could see that it was something special. The road twisted and turned, hairpin after hairpin until almost at the top I started to drive through the low clouds, I was 2100 metres above sea level, and it felt like it. Almost mid July but there was still some snow in places. The drive itself wasn't difficult, but certainly spectacular. It was just a pity that the weather wasn't being kind to me. On a clear blue day the scenery would have been stunning. I took a few photo's but they didn't really do the place justice given the conditions. There didn't seem much point in continuing to the dam further along, I couldn't really see anything through the clouds and the road itself became pretty bad.
Back down in the valley it was still early afternoon. Having decided to return to the campsite in Cãrta for another night before moving on I headed back towards Sibiu and the supermarkets to top up with food and wine. After another peaceful night I set off southeast towards Constanta on the Black Sea coast. The weather had gone full circle and the sun was back in a clear sky, the temperature in the mid 30s. A steady drive through pleasant towns and villages along the base of the mountains brought me through Brasov and Ploiesti to the north of Bucuresti. By 6 pm I'd found a campsite in Amara some 150 kilometres from Canstanta. It wasn't the best campsite in the world, in fact it was the worst I'd stayed at in Romania. The setting was nice next to a lake, but the facilities weren't very good. The showers were old, knocked together with what looked like scrap pieces of wood, and the water cold, the toilets weren't much better, but it was somewhere to stay so I settled down and made the most of it.
From Amara I continued on towards Constanta. In the end I bypassed the busy main town and port driving further south along the coast to Mangalia and a campsite I'd found mentioned in a blog which sounded quite nice. Having arrived at Camping Popas Zodiac and set up I got a message from Tom & Fran who were in fact only about 15 kilometres away. As I'd already paid for the night I sent a message back and we have agreed to meet up tomorrow. It will be good to catch up on each others news
It seems I've been travelling for most of my life.
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