The Greatest Road(s) on Earth..with curves like...
Roadside, Romania to Transalpina & Trasfagarasan roads to Medias, Romania.
Baa baa baa.. ding a ling a ding.. Baa baa baa.. ding a ling a ding.. Baa baa baa.. ding a ling a ding..
These are the countryside sounds we were woken up to... as a herd of sheep being shepherded through our camp. The joys of camping. :D Off to Transalpina road….
Transalpina is really all in the name. The road was stupefying, you climb up these mountain roads with walls of trees on each side, their branches creating these walls of dark and light sections of road limiting your view all to minimal and sometimes seemingly misplaced guard rails. On the road its just you and the mountain, you are just tossed up there in to battle with the mountain. If you fall you just gonna have to brace yourself to the element and just count the seconds to your inevitable fate. But after you climb up in altitude about a mile, you straddle these ridge lines with the most breathtaking of views on either side of you, the roads curving over the contours of the mountainside. Up and down, left and right.
Then about halfway through we realized that we actually didn’t weren’t planning on driving the Transalpina and were actually aiming to drive the Transfagarasan. Whoops… a slight… 6 hours detour because we misread the map…. Doh!
After a grueling six hours on the road, crossing the rest of Transalpina and attempting seemingly all of Romania, we arrive at the infamous curvy wonder that is the Transfagarasan. Though in retrospect it was blessing in disguise, because we met another Mongol Rally team on the road!!!!!!!
Horse with no name was just as surprised as us when we saw them. The excitement was contagious, we were maybe overly ecstatic to see them. Stories, routes, and overwhelming happiness was share in copious amounts. Then the inevitable sadness stuck us both as we parted ways as we were going in opposite directions. Us onwards up the Transfagarasan and them down the Transfagarassan.
This one section of the Transfagarasan looked like a rich persons playground. it didn’t look like a road. Straight away into hairpin turn into S-turn into straight away into hairpin turn. There were about as many curves and switchbacks as a rebellious child asked to draw a straight line.
As you drive, you get so focused on the road you lose yourself in the turns. You are just so caught up in the moment, it is only when you stop the excitement and awe settles in and you realize just how awesome it was. The car performed surprisingly well. It was like a F1 racer even being top heavy and with no power steering, she hugged those curves like nobody’s business and sailed down passing car after car.
After a few ups and downs, we settled at the bottom to help our brakes cool… They steamed as we poured water on them to cool them… It would not be surprising if they were glowing red as we skirted down the mountainside. But it was here, that Josiah, Marshal and Patrick stumbled upon
A Georgia Tech yellow jacket sticker on the back of a van. In broken english and french 101-esk communication, we found out the father and mother duo had a daughter had gone to Georgia Tech to work a few years ago. The power in such a small yellow jacket sticker to build that bridge of connection and the pride associated with it was a bit foreign to me, but definitely cool to see. Where are you UCR peeps out there?!?!
I think the exhaustion of the detour finally caught up to us as we all decided to try and find a hostel to stay at and catch up on social media and general. We ended in Medias, Romania at this tiny hotel in the city that only had a room with tow single beds all for 114 Lei, we jumped on it and crashed on the beds and floor for the night…. It would be Translyvannia tomorrow…