(30.04-02.05.2015, Măcin)
Eight of us decided to spend a long weekend trekking in Măcin, the oldest mountains in the country. We drove there, got out our backpacks and headed on one of the lightest treks ever.
Being so old, these mountains are so eroded that they don’t even make it to 500 m. They are rather hills – beautiful, wild hills.
We stayed in a camping place. It seems that we get to sleep in a tent only once/year. I admit that I’m not very fond of hauling for days on end a huge backpack with EVERYTHING in it – maybe that’s why we prefer to sleep in cabins when we go trekking. But when the camping place is close to the parking place, yeah, sure, let’s sleep in the tent.
When we reached the village at the foot of the mountains, it started raining cats and dogs. We all had good jackets but nothing could have stopped that pouring rain. We walked for about 15-20 minutes in the rain and by the time we reached the car we were soaking wet. But still smiling – and that’s what really matters.
The second day we did another short trek and then we headed back home. In Măcin (the town) we had trouble finding a pizza place so a very nice police officer told us to follow his car to the restaurant :) Yup, that really happened.
My hard disk broke and I’m not sure I’ll be able to recover my pictures and other files from it, so I’m making another solemn promise to myself to update the blog as soon I as I have a story to tell – at least my memories seem to be in better hands here.
Fain camping place! Griji numai la capuse :)