03.07.2017 - 06.07.2017
Again no real plan but just drive over the border into Romania and see a couple of towns. The border was much more like we are used to, scanned passports and no stamp.
Turns out our first attempt at looking at a Romanian city, we interrupted the Grand Prix practice by the local car drivers on the outer ring road, combine that with building two shopping centres on where we found to park and we had no chance.
Kept going to the WORST ROAD we have come across in just over 2 years, Romania has this strange system where the toll companies own some of the roads, the rest are left to R&R. The particular stretch of road that gave us real trouble was about 5 miles long and we couldn't get to 10 mph! Lorries, tractors, 4x4s and us were zigzagging across the road in both directions avoiding pot holes, subsidence and the lack of any surface at all. It must have looked comical from above, but a solution was at hand for the really bad bits, they were repaired with cobbles, much better!
We were aiming toward a small campsite that had good reviews and the owners cooked for anyone who wanted feeding. Our extended day meant we were ready to be cooked for, so we pulled in to the tiny site to be greeted by 30 Dutch motorhomes on a bloody rally. The owner asked us to park on his front lawn, that was our first thoughts as well away from the throng of campers and Jacqui whizzed up a wymwom, ask her what that is.
We left next morning to head back into Hungary with not much of an impression of Romania, Serbia had us interested from the first couple of hours, strange things feelings, we will see on later forays this way.
A shorter day saw us in a small, pretty city called Szeged, the z gets added to an s even szex! The only site was by the river and looked okish. The city was small but obviously had been rich in the past and we had a good evening in a beer garden. The bar staff kept apologising for only having Hungarian beer, which I couldn't understand because the ones I tried were great. Jacqui enjoyed Szex in the Malata (that's a Hungarian cocktail!) Made from cherry beer, Metaxa Brandy and Mango, made her smile in more ways than oyne.
Turns out the location of the site was not so great as a disco boat, that's what they called, went up and down the river from 10 til 4am. In the morning I looked for the waste facilities and found a manhole to use, OK in a small village, but no water to rinse out with. I enquired at the office and ended up explaining a few ways to bring the site up to standard, just simple things like shower heads; having paid €20 a decent place to rinse waste away would have been good.
Anyway off to Buda & Pest.