301/365
Two rather nasty flights with Air France got me from Strasbourg to Bucharest. And then there was 5 hours in a cramped car, across the Romanian country side, through villages full of unfinished mansions, scraggly mutts, dirty children and hairy shirtless guys in horse-pulled hay carts going down the highway. Once, the driver had to swerve violently because a donkey had been parked in the middle of the road.
We got across the Danube on a glorified raft where the semaphore played tinny rendition of Coldplay’s “Viva la Vida”, which was, literally, music to our ears, as for the rest of the journey the entertainment was provided by Radio One, Non-Stop Dance Music.
After all this it was quite surprising to find that the hotel in Tulcea was pretty fancy and the view from my window, to the Danube Delta, rather nice.
(Of course, as we noted ourselves, by then our standards had dropped considerably…)
