I met up with Tom & Fran at Camping Marina in Vama Veche. Marina Camping is a quiet site, basic, rural and friendly. It’s also very reasonable at just 19 Lei (€4.40) a night for me, inclusive. I took a walk into the small town, which is right on the beach. The town was full of bars, cafe’s and restaurants, but somehow in a time warp. It was straight out of the sixties hippie era with sixties music blearing from huge speakers in practically every establishment. The beach was littered with tents of all shapes and sizes. Young travellers, some with backpacks were wandering around looking for a spot to pitch their tents or crash out. Others seemed spaced out as they danced solo in front of the speakers. There were a large number of stalls selling bracelets and necklaces, reminiscent of those worn by travellers and hippies from around the world, I even saw a ban the bomb necklace. It’s cheap, loud, laid back and fun. It’s also only a stones throw from the Bulgarian border
We left Vama Veche to the hippie crowd and after spending the last of our Romanian money on a few groceries set off for the Bulgarian border, only a kilometre or so away. After a cursory glance at our passports and buying a vignette for the Bulgarian roads, which we paid for in €uro’s, we set off into a new country. In hindsight we should have stayed longer in Romania as Bulgaria didn’t really do anything for us. I found the people quite aggressive, miserable and unfriendly and despite my preconception of it being a poor country, which it is, found it very expensive. The first campsite we came to wanted €25 per night, slightly less for me being on my own, but that was the most expensive campsite since leaving Italy. Carrying on through rundown towns and past dismal houses and apartments, we came upon a sign saying ‘Caravan Park’, in an area called Bliznatsi, we stopped to have a look. Francis, an Englishman was building a site for campers and caravans, more of an aire really. There were no facilities other than water and a construction workers portaloo. The ground quite soft from recent heavy rains that apparently took several lives, although it never made the news programmes, yet Francis still wanted €15 a night, just to park up suggesting it was very reasonable compared to other campsites and stopovers. In the end as it was getting late we haggled and eventually paid €10. There was a lot of noise from the main road alongside so it wasn’t a great nights sleep.
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