The Union Jack Villa
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
- Room service
- Continental Breakfast
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... of it and as a bike ride it is spectacular. So much so that I've canned riding the Transfrgarasan tomorrow as in comparison it will be boring. The DN67C is known as the Transalpine road, and as a road some parts for the most are in very good condition, however some parts just aren't there anymore. For some of it you are on the pegs, not too much though ...
... four and had an uneventful run down the road. Thanks very much indeed Gary.
Jochen met me in the departures hall and we made our way thrrough security which was heaving with folk and it not yet six o'clock. A fry helped to kill some time until we headed off to catch out flight which was uneventful enough, depositing us in Bucharest at 11am. Well, 1pm local time.
As we queued for ...
... the attic...
and it's up a big f*cking hill......
So left there and went to a town called Targoviste, this town holds an Army barracks, there they held the trial of Nicolai & Elena Causescu on the 25th December 1989. It didn't take long, about 1 day and they were both sentenced to death, mainly for being responsible for the death of 60,000 Romanians who opposed the regime. They where both then marched outside and ...
... in small packs. Much to our dismay, they also party in packs as well. We were all kept awake last night by what sounded like a large pack barking all night long outside of our hotel. One of our riders, Brigitta, rode in Romania last year and wound up taking 3 dogs home with her! I don't plan on picking up any four-legged souvenirs. Speaking of Brigitta, I need to tell you about the 4 "European" riders on our tour. Brigitta is not only a dog lover, but she ...
...it's getting to be. Ever since we crossed into Eastern Europe, I keep expecting Rod Serling to appear from one of the many cinder-block facades we pass. With the exception of Budapest, the landscape and social climate of this region appears to be frozen in time. We've passed bunkers, flight-control towers that resemble flying saucers, men somehow carting sofas and other curious bundles on bicycles, a sheep ...