News From The Front Line

….How about the border. We crossed from Serbia at 100mph. It was impossible to buy insurance in Serbia for less than 200 euro’s a day, according to the guy at the border with Croatia, who seemed more interested in getting us out of his genial face than selling us something we could hang our existence on.
After crossing back into Europe Romania began to unveil itself.
Sian found a car park next to a river in the City of Timisoara courtesy of Park4night. I turned off the road, the admittedly low slung exhaust scraped on the rutted edge of the tarmac and we were off road… headed for a bit of free camping and perhaps some fishing.
We descended from the road down a rutted incline and headed for the river. I pulled up at the bottom of the descent. “I’m not feeling this Sian”, I almost whispered, fearful of upsetting the boys, who had already endured a seven hour drive. Obviously, with one eye on our budget, free camping, wherever it presented itself was a bonus but this…
The wild dogs were ripping into the mound of rubbish piled up against the utterly inadequate bulk loaded bin provided by the local authority. The local kids were assembling in their cars and a quick escape in the middle of the night was looking very unlikely. We Amscrayed to the nearest campsite>>> Camping International. Wow what a shithole, and expensive too. I would recommend this place unless you enter the country, late, hot and bothered and with no better plans.
We left in the morning, a feeling of cleansing seeping into our souls as the kilometres passed. We set the sat nav for swimming pool, a campsite 5 hours away which, when we arrived, was being refilled after some repairs following a puncture. The lowlands are hot. Really hot. It was a tough decision but we set a course for a camping Doua Lumi in Transylvania, a further three hours of rutted roads, tortuous twists and unlikely inclines. This was a campsite that came with a guarantee (according to the Garmin and Google)……….