Sep 05, 2010
Aug 21, 2011
Where I stayed
Campig Motel Mako
. He also ate several of our biscuits. The road to Mako was completely straight and totally empty. Don't think the ferry bridge got many customers. Amazingly when we arrived we found a campsite that was open and so we pitched the tent and had a relaxing picnic while all of our gear had a chance to dry out in the sunshine. Brilliant. Had done 32 miles so don't feel too bad about a short day. It also means that Timosora is only 50 miles away and we can do some planning tonight. Am currently in the library in Maka on the internet. The lovely man just came and said 5 minutes to closing so better go. Funny how libraries all smell the same. Back to cook supper now.
Great to camp. The owner gave us lots of advice about routes to Romania as well as some of his homemade pear brandy which blew our heads off. Had forgotten how snugly and warm it is in the tent.
Woke up about 8.30 and made a quick getaway from the room this morning knowing that we had 70 miles to do if we were going to make it to Timosora (Romania) by tonight. Had breakfast at a cafe in town where we ordered all sorts of random pastries, some nicer than others. Mikey's croissant had raw onion in it which wasn't good, but I had something a bit like a pain au raisin which was scrumptious. The traditional cheese curd pastries were a bit grim. Before setting off we went to an English language bookstore to try and use up our Hungarian money buying a guide to India, no luck, but I did get Bram Stoker's Dracula to read in Transylvania. Unfortunately then we managed to miss a turning and do 9 miles through a random industrial estate before realising our error and having to cycle a hair-raising 4 miles back down the motorway to where we started. Gutted. Decided to make it to Mako and re-evaluate the options. Found the turning this time, and it took us to a ferry bridge which was a relaxing break in the sunshine where we met a school boy who told us about where he lived and that we were on the right track