After biking from Pitesti to Campulung, Romania, I stocked up on meals and water after which headed north in direction of lake Rausor on freeway 734 by way of Leresti. This lengthy, gradual uphill climb took so much longer to get by way of than I believed it will and because the sky grew darkish I feared I won’t have the ability to discover a place to pitch by tent earlier than the solar went down.
A number of kilometers earlier than reaching the lake itself the street grew to become a lot steeper (an indication on the street mentioned it was 10%), so after I noticed a dust hearth street heading up into the hills I knew I used to be going to take it and see the place it led me.
A couple of half-kilometer up the street I noticed a tiny little ledge that was each flat and huge sufficient to pitch my tent on. So I eliminated the panniers from my bicycle and carried my gear as much as the ledge in three separate hundreds. When you look carefully, you may see my tent and bicycle within the bushes behind my proper shoulder within the picture under. I’m superb at camouflaging my campsites.
An hour after it obtained darkish I sat in my tent listening to the noises exterior and thought to myself, “That is my first night time tenting in Transylvania!”