May 05, 2008
May 09, 2009
Tavi's coursin Mihnea took us on a whirlwind weekend to Vama Veche after several hours of adventurous driving through small villages in the middle of nowhere, swerving around stray dogs and horse carts in the dark. Vama Veche used to be a sleepy and rugged fishermen's village on the Black Sea close to the Bulgarian border only 10 years ago, but now it has transformed itself into yet another resort which was hosting an indie music festival when we went. Still, back in the day, it was known as a bohemian and artist retreat and the kinds of people which we saw were not radically different from that. The place reminded us quite a bit of Mojacar in Spain, complete with beach bars, hippies partying on the beach until the wee hours, teenagers stuck in the 80s heavy metal phase and corny made-in-China hippy fashion and accessories. We had fun here, though we were somewhat baffled by Mihnea's amazing stamina which enabled him and his girlfriend to party till 5am, while we had to make a shameful retreat around 2:30am on both nights. The beach itself was a nice place to sleep away the fatigue from the previous night though.