We crossed the boarder of Hungary and Romania at midnight. We had our passports stamped, the car was checked and we made our way onward.
Driving through the early morning the inns were shut as we sought out accommodation driving by power plants and packs of dogs that chase us when we sped by.

At 5 am when we made it to the bottom of the Transalpina highway, the sky turning blue, sunrise over way.

Pulling over; to sleep in the car. At 10 a.m we awoke in an oven, drooling, groggy and incoherent.
The following set of images begin here, as we headed over the mountains all the way to a bohemian town on the Black Sea called ‘Varme Veche’.

The story ends at the boarder crossing in Bulgaria all in the space of 24 hours.

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