Last Night Of Camping In Romania

I felt like Robin Hood cycling through this large wooded area in eastern Romania. Every once and a while an old man or a small family would pass in a wagon pulled by horses and they would pause for a moment when they saw me. I’d smile and wave at them as I approached… and then they’d continue on their way, smiling to and talking to one another about the strange man they had just seen on a large red bicycle. I ended up camping in the woods that night and the next day cycled my way into the neighboring country of Moldova.

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