After a mad dash through 5 countries we drastically slowed down in Romania, if for no other reason than the roads demanded it
(And perhaps a slight roadside temper tantrum on the side of the road in Hungary may have helped, burning through countries is not really my style. Going slow and relaxing in amazing outdoor thermal baths and swimming pools are.)
Romania is one of my favorite countries to motorcycle in, particularly Transylvania in the Carpathians, although the love is spoiled slightly when you come across litter dumped in places which otherwise would be a picture perfect spot. I say litter because after Albania I can not say garbage without imagining an honest dump next to a beach.
We have yet to see anything so extreme in Romania.
One of the best parts about Romania is the ability to wild camp where you wish. Unlike in Germany where unsanctioned fun is strictly verboten, Romanians take a more laid back approach. As long as you appear to be hurting no one they smile and wave, perhaps ask a question or two, and then move on with their business.
Our first night was an interesting exception. We set up camp in a field, and before we knew it a car was bouncing down the hill and pulled up in front of us. 2 guys (one with a rifle) pop out, see that we are motorcycle travelers, wish us “Bon Appettie” and “please make sure you do not set the field of fire” and they burn off again.
Jannick had some concerns about them coming back. I did not worry about them at all, but why they felt they need a rifle to begin with was more of a concern for me. But I kept that thought to myself. The night passed without incident however, except for a most delicious BBQ.