The last two nights (in Agnita and Turda) we have stayed in the only hotel we could find, which in both cases was a 30-50 room fortress built in the Soviet Era.
Neither of these towns have much of a Tourist industry, so were were the only customers. Also in both cases we were offered a meal in their vast dining room. The first night we turned it down as too weird, but the second night we were so loopy from riding that we tried it for a lark. We had a baked cheese, two salads, two plates of polenta, a basket of bread and a "Mix Grill" a piece, which had mashed potatoes, sausage, pork, and two types of liver. Jesse, I keep on trying your "wonder-meat", but it keeps on tasting like pencil lead.
Over the last 4 days we have ridden over 500km including a 1200m pass. Dad's computer has reset so many times now that we don't know anything exactly and the distances on the roads never correspond with those on the map, so all that is certain is that it has been a lot. We consider ourselves to be about halfway between Bucharest and Budapest at this point. The town of Brasov seemed interminably far away at one point and now it is 250km behind, so we are hoping that Budapest does the same thing.
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Your Dad looks oddly like a baby owl in that picture.
So where the heck are you guys? Every time I check in there is Frank in that empty dining room, looking more and more tired... but no news! Surely you're practically in Berlin by now!
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