Leaving Budapest early we obviously went through the red light district as it was generally noted that at the centre of one crossroad there was a revolving clock and attached to it was an arrow pointing to '... shops' in the adjacent roads. It has been very noticeable that the number of '... shops,' clubs and casinos in the countries we have been in have been numerous and in one town there appeared to be more of those than cafes. We stopped at a Tesco again to get rid of the Hungarian money with some of us putting the coins into a kitty for the girls to go into the shop to buy something to share round. The chopping and changing of money works well as we all try not to change too much in each country as it cannot easily be changed back into anything, especially coins. Small amounts of money are given to each other for toilets (all have to be paid for at usually half a euro, 40p, or similar) or shortage when buying something and no check is kept of who owes whom as in the long run it is accepted that everything will work out aright.
We crossed the border into Romania without any problems and changed money again, £1 to 5 lei. Fuel was £1.20 for petrol and £1.11 for diesel/litre. Once across the border and driving on the E60 road there were old and new industrial estates with the old falling down and the new unoccupied. Many of the new sites were logistical sites with huge buildings and loading docks, but no trucks to be seen and all locked up. A few wood yards were seen, man made ponds and one large enough to have a hydroelectric station on the outlet but as there was no water flow in the outlet I could not see if it was a working station. There were plenty of churches to be seen in the villages and some looked like ghost villages with the buildings falling apart. Car scrapyards were called 'dismembering auto workshops' and in them could be seen similar parts of cars stored ready for further use. Definitely not scrap.
Our clocks went on an hour today.
We turned off the E60 and through a village until a field was found to camp in. Up went the tents, the food was cooked and a few bottles of wine were opened. Some of the group then played skipping, hoopla and frisbee before it started to rain and we then went to our tents. This was the quietest camp site we had been in with no noise during the night until the pheasants started singing in the morning. All the previous camp sites looked as though they would be quiet but road, train and plane noises could be heard apart from dogs barking in all but this camp site.
We crossed the border into Romania without any problems and changed money again, £1 to 5 lei. Fuel was £1.20 for petrol and £1.11 for diesel/litre. Once across the border and driving on the E60 road there were old and new industrial estates with the old falling down and the new unoccupied. Many of the new sites were logistical sites with huge buildings and loading docks, but no trucks to be seen and all locked up. A few wood yards were seen, man made ponds and one large enough to have a hydroelectric station on the outlet but as there was no water flow in the outlet I could not see if it was a working station. There were plenty of churches to be seen in the villages and some looked like ghost villages with the buildings falling apart. Car scrapyards were called 'dismembering auto workshops' and in them could be seen similar parts of cars stored ready for further use. Definitely not scrap.
Our clocks went on an hour today.
We turned off the E60 and through a village until a field was found to camp in. Up went the tents, the food was cooked and a few bottles of wine were opened. Some of the group then played skipping, hoopla and frisbee before it started to rain and we then went to our tents. This was the quietest camp site we had been in with no noise during the night until the pheasants started singing in the morning. All the previous camp sites looked as though they would be quiet but road, train and plane noises could be heard apart from dogs barking in all but this camp site.
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