Days 39 to 42 September 2020

Posted by The Madbiker on Sat, Sep 26, 2020

Day 39

The next day I head off South from my hotel in Kompachy in the direction of Hungary and at about 12 noon I get to a small border crossing, as expected there is no one on the Slovakian side but I am surprised to see that there are two guards carrying AK47’s on the Hungarian side. As I drive towards them I get stopped by the guards and they ask for my passport. They give it back to me and then hand me a form that they have just filled out. As I do not read Hungarian I ask what it is and they tell me it is permission to enter and leave the country so I put it in my passport, thank them and ride on to Budapest where I had booked accommodation for two nights.

It turned out because of the ongoing madness Hungary had closed it’s borders to all travellers a few days before and the borders guards just let me in, so who knows hat they were thinking but by early evening I was Budapest and I set about exploring this beautiful city.

As night fell I noticed something strange, all of the shops, bars, and restaurants were closing. Yes the madness had also reached here and there was a curfew in place for these premises. So once again, I wandered the streets of a different city, along with lots of other people, looking at closed bars and restaurants before heading back to my accommodation for the night.

The next day I did some more exploring.

Day 40

So after two days of doing nothing in Budapest I packed up and headed for Romania and I crossed the border near Szeged, by mid afternoon I was in the city of Timisoara.

Just off the main square in the city I stumbled across a street that had hundreds of different coloured umbrellas suspended from wire cables creating a canopy over the street and whilst I never found out what the significance of this was, it was certainly very colourful.

I decided to spend the night in the city and found a nice small hotel for under 15 Euros. Here however, the madness had not had much of an impact and I was able to sit outside a bar and watch the sun go down.

Day 41

As a biker I had heard of and been curious about one of the great roads of Europe, the Transfagarasan, so since I was In Romania I decided to go and see what all the fuss was about so the next day it was time to ride the famous Transfagarasan pass. I had seen many reports of riding this road by other bikers and most of them had raved about it being the one of the best biking roads in Europe so I was understandably looking forward to it. However, I can say that in my opinion it was no better than many of the Alpine passes that I rode over in France and Switzerland.

In fact in a number of ways it not as good, at the top of the pass the traffic and number of stalls selling various stuff was unbelievable. I could hardly get through the number of parked cars, tour buses and throngs of people walking about the road. Too touristy for me by a long way. In fact it was so busy on the way up that I was unable to stop and take any pictures however, on the way down (South, as I had approached it from the North) it was less busy and I managed to get some taken. Also, the road surface was very, very, poor in comparison to the Alpine passes of Western Europe. However I did note that the madness seemed to be lessened at this altitude as dozens and dozens of people were all milling about on the road, no one wearing a mask and no one more than six inches away from the person next to them. Mind you the allegedly highly infectious and contagious alleged virus probably knows that it can’t infect anyone above an altitude of 500 meters or alternatively no one there gave a damn. You decide!

About half way down I started seeing stalls at the side of the road selling sausages and cheese so I had to stop.

I bought a bag of sausages, a big cheese and a cup of coffee all for under 10 Euros. I couldn’t resist and I ate some of the sausages and cheese on the spot, washed down with a cup of coffee, both were absolutely delicious. After my impromptu lunch I headed in the direction of the two Dracula’s castles. One castle is the actual castle of Vlad the impaler and the other is the castle that Brahm Stoker used as the setting for his Count Dracula novel. However, both locations were swarming with tourists so I decided to pass on visiting them but near to the castle of Vlad the Impaler, I turned a corner on a road running through a deep gorge only to find the road blocked by parked cars. I saw that lots of people were out of their cars and I presumed there had been some sort of accident.

Not so!

I then saw that they were all looking at or photographing something at the edge of the road. It was an adult European brown bear and it was only about 10 yards away from some of these twats. Presumably, it is used to tourists and scavenges whatever food they throw at it but this thing was about the size of a Ford Transit van and has teeth and claws. These imbeciles obviously were not smart enough to realise that they were potentially on the menu for this animal. Mind you, some of them were wearing masks, so they presumably thought the bear could not infect them. I decided not to hang around in case the bear decided to eat one of them and rode down the hill and away in the direction of the city of Brasov.

Once in Brasov I managed to find a very nice guest house for under 15 Euros for the night. A nice evening stroll and quiet coffee and cigar to watch the sun go down as I wondered if the bear had eaten anyone at the roadside after I had left.

Day 42

The next morning I headed for Bucharest but once I got there, like most big cities, I took a dislike to the traffic and decided to head for the Black sea coast. By early evening I was settling in to a cheap room in a guest house in the unremarkable coastal town of Constanta on the shores of the Black sea. My plan was to enter Bulgaria the following day so I headed in to the town, parked my arse at a bar and poured over a map of Bulgaria looking for the best places to visit and once that had been done I took a few photos of the town as the light was fading.