Day 73:
1 November
2010. We had a very long journey ahead of us, but we woke up without hurries
(around 10). We stopped a few km from Sibiu, in a shabby fast-food local (so
tasty) full of workers having a rest. That was one of the few stops in the
entire day… Ah yes, of course, another one was when the Police stopped Miera’s
car (the fucking ugly long Clio) and fined him for exceeding the speed limit
(120 leis – around 30 € paid at that moment).
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| Heading South... |
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| Near Ramnicu Valcea |
We continued following river Olt
in its way to the Danube through Turnu Rosu Pass, passing Ramnicu Valcea, Dragasani and Slatina
villages. So we left Transylvania to enter the region of Wallachia again. Nothing really interesting in those villages, apart from the wonderful environment (mountains, forest, river…). Craiova (very ugly) was the last big
city before the frontier, but there were still lots of kilometers, so we
stopped to have lunch in a forgotten and dirty village somewhere in the middle
of nowhere… Suspicious at the beginning, but a good decision after all! We ate
some nice chicken steaks with peppers and chips for a few Leis.
Once back on the road, we drove through moors and isolated villages. That part of Romania
(south-west) was absolutely different to what we had seen before in the
country. Calafat is the last Romanian village before Bulgaria.
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| In the middle of nowhere. South-west Romania |
–“Ahh… at
last Calafat!! Uhmm… let’s go to the frontier pass”, I thought.
We drove
through the village for a while, looking for any signal or indication. Nothing.
-“What the fuck? Where is the frontier???”, I started to desperate, because we hadn’t
seen any signal to Bulgaria. We asked two or three people
around there for the frontier, but they didn’t know. They only knew where was the port. -“I don’t
need to know where is the fucking port!!”, I thought. I started to suspect that
something unexpected was about to happen, we were there (in Calafat) following
ViaMichelin instructions, but we hadn’t any other info.
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| The route. Almost 10 hours... |
It was
getting dark and that strange village seemed to be an unpleasant place to stay
overnight (no people on the streets, no lights, no restaurants, no hotels, no
life), so we finally went to the fucking port. A barrier and a man in a cabin.
I stopped and tried to explain our situation. The man didn’t open his mouth, he
only looked at me, angrily. Monroy came to help me and the man finally gave us (with bad manners)
some papers to fill up: “Number of passengers, Number of cars…etc”. Yeah, it
was clear that was possible to cross the river by ship! But
everything was so strange… no info, no signals, nobody around… At that moment I noticed that there is only ONE bridge between Bulgaria and Romania, Fuck!
It was
completely dark when we finally move the cars inside the port. There was a
police control. A bastard policeman spent like 1 hour with us, checking our
cars, our ID, papers... At least it was funny when he was checking Viga’s
photo, comparing it with his face. The policeman in front of Viga for 10
minutes, “scanning” Viga’s face one and another time… Viga smiling…
the situation was very freak! That man was really bored there, I think…
We had to
pay 64 € to pass, and moved ahead to the end of the line. Several trucks were
waiting there too. That normalized the situation… we weren’t alone! Our mood had passed from worrying to funny. We (the trucks and our two cars)
got on board in a small ferry. I was the last one, and the back of my car was
–literally- above the water. Absolutely full! We enjoyed
a lot the trip to the other side, and got out of the car to take some photos on
the deck. Unexpectedly, we were crossing The Danube in a foggy night with our
cars. Exciting!
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| On the deck. Pacas, Marcos, Miera, Moly and Viga |
Once in
Bulgaria, the Police (AGAIN) held us for half hour. They asked us lots of
things, I suppose it’s not common to receive two Bulgarian cars full of Spanish
in that frontier at that time… We were doing a very rare thing. After all
the mess, we finally arrived to Vidin (where there is an interesting
fortress that we finally could NOT see). We had still 4 hours to reach Sofia…
and we entered into a DENSE fog. VERY DENSE. We only could see 5-7 meters ahead, so we had
to slow down a lot.
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| Golf lights didn't help so much... |
-“Bah… I’m
sure this fog will disappear soon, it’s too dense and it will not last so much”,
I thought. Heh!!... 3 HOURS OF MADDENING FOG! I didn’t know that fog could expand in such a BIG extensión (around
140 km, I estimate). Fortunately,
I like challenges (and that was challenging), and I had VERY good company
inside the car (Monroy and Pacas), so it was funny. We improved our fog driving
skills fast, and soon we were driving at around 50-60 kmph. The trick is to maintain
an absolute concentration in the central road line, and react very quickly in the curves
or when other cars appear. The second car has a more relaxed driving; it’s as
easy as follow the red lights, so we changed the position from time to time.
It
was madness… but we finally reached the highway to Sophia, where we arrived
after 10 hours of car. Tired!! But not enough! We went to Dybaka to re-fill
our stomachs, and later to Rockanrolla to drink a beer and celebrate that finally
everything went well!! Long day…
