We really weren’t sure whether we were still in the EU’s Schengen area when we crossed the border from Hungary into Romania. Our passports and vehicle papers were checked and the border guard had a quick look into our habitation box but it wasn’t long before we were on our way.
We had to pay £24 for ten days’ road toll. The roads were narrow and very busy with heavy goods vehicles thundering by. The road surfaces were pretty bad and we seemed to lurch along violently for mile after mile. The truck rattled around so much that my clothes rail in the cab snapped under the weight of the wildly bouncing garments. Later Tony managed to fix it but the rail was then several inches shorter and not quite level. I tried to complain!
We stopped overnight in Transilvania at a peaceful camp site by a river at the foot of the Carpathian Mountains. In those parts people used wood to heat their homes. A smoke haze hung in the valley and the quiet autumn air was tinged with the lovely aroma of wood smoke.
