Delicious, sweaty and wet
Thursday 21st May
Mila 23 – Tulcea – Babadag
Despite we had early morning the wonderful lady fed us with all the delicatesse Romanian breakfast can possible include.
That boat trip was fun! I was carefree, positively full of life and I took all the sunshine I could. Some sleeping was also part of good mood. I believe that my travelmates enjoyed as much. We had a huge banana battle, Minney Mouse and new places to explore.
Back to Tulcea
Some things to do in Tulcea: taking more money, eating pizza and using internet.
The pizzeria was typical. For the culmination I got some pieces of ham in my vegetarian pizza and I almost didn't get my juice even I asked for it at least twice.
Living in the almost-24/7-society we had to connect ourselves to internet for awhile. Jarna had sent me a message that I'd be welcome to Tver and we'd sleep in monastery. It's another story how she ended up to live in (womens) monastery for the last two weeks of her exchange in there, but monastery would be exciting.
Good looking (and tasting!) bakery products looked at us from the window and we did the only thing we could – bought some and ate them sitting on grass.
Way to Babadag (a small village with Muslim majority)
It was sweaty in the train. We found information about a hostel on a book but calling there was a bit confusing. First they had vacancy. They called back and suddenly they didn't have vacancy.
Never mind, we wouldn't even find the place.
Like in many other occasions the people were really friendly and helpful. Enthusiastically they adviced us the way to accommodation. In addition to other villages this one was hilly.
After finding the route to that interesting camping place we climbed and climbed. The road had a bit too many curves and it was sharp. I cursed myself for taking so many books with me – and I had only one pair of socks! The clean and fresh socks would wait for me there.
The hopeless road led us to camping place which looked ok at first sight. There were small casute (cottages), a ”dormitory” and a bigger house for the keepers. We agreed for one room in the dormitory and got the key. We opened the door – tried to open it. When it finally opened I wasn't so sure if I wanted to step in. The smell was wet and old and brought everything else to our minds but the will to sleep in there. As brave travellers, we left our stuff in and went out quickly.
The environment was nice but millions of little bugs disturbed this lovely moment in the nature.
Grass mat felt much better sleeping base than the one inside.
Toilet – the little hole, I mean – was in an old and a bit scary wooden shack. Logically the running, ice-cold water was in the bigger house in the opposite direction. I didn't want to think what the shower would look like – and where it was, if it was somewhere.
We walked back down in order to buy food. On the way the other guest (only him and we were spending the night there) passed us with his car and we drove with him to a shop and back up. Even I don't mind physical actions I was relieved for this ride.
We spent the evening with him playing cards outside. There was a slight suspicion towards this man in our minds but he behaved honestly.
The morning would be quite disgusting when waking up in that wet surrounding.
Tiia
