Romania

Left Belgrade and rode to Romania, the road was fine, until the border crossing, then it went bad, then good, then pretty bad again. Met an Austrian biker while we were waiting for a bridge to be repaired, he had a nail in his tyre, tried to help but my repair kit is for tubeless tyres only, so he was shit out of luck. It then started raining pretty hard, poor chap had a slow ride of about 40km to the nearest town!
We rode along the Danube river for about 150km with Romania on our side and Serbia on the other, here is a view of a Serbian castle on the other side.

Some views of the river:


A weird face carved into the rock, random!

After that we headed in land up to Bail Hurceulles? It was getting late and we had been delayed because of bad roads, mud slides into the roads, no road, just dirt etc All along the river people lived rurally, tending the land and raising horses, cows, pigs and chickens which were often in the road!
We headed up a gorge past the town and into the national park, found the first campsite and setup. People seem to be wild camping all along the river in plastic sheets and homemade tents. We paid our 2 euros and camped. It was pretty rough, I didnt swim, the locals were doing their washing in the river and burning all sorts of plastic and the placed had a reek of pooh, they seemed to be pumping it into the river! Maybe it was a squatter camp we pitched our tent at, I dunno, but the locals were friendly and showed a lot of interest in the bike. So it was cool, although we did leave first thing the next morning and explored the gorge some more...

the countryside in Romania is beautiful, except for some litter and there are many caves and and roads to explore. Often we headed down a road towards some forgotten monastery only to turn back as the road conditions were too bad for an XJR!

We bought some local wine in a town that we rode through, Recas. We did see some cool churches and architecture that was very different from anywhere we have been. I also managed to get stung by a bee on my neck while doing a hundred and plenty down the only good road, it swelled up a bit but otherwise not too bad.

Shortly after this photo of the church a funeral procession came to it...but the bike stole the limelight as most of the young boys were all looking at it instead of the departed!
We then spent the rest of the day riding to Hungary, so ended up being in the saddle for about 8 or so hours. We managed to find a nice camp site at a thermal spring....