We continue to follow the Danube.
Today's warm enough but the road is quite shaded by the trees to our right.
The climbs, of course, are ALWAYS in the sun. After twenty miles of only woods and Danube we stop to eat the usual bread and cheese in a so-called "picnic area". In addition to truck drivers also get other cyclists, they are also heavy loaded. She has a trailer containing a child of six and a half months and he rides a tandem bike that is recumbent in the front, with the other older son, I think about four years. Despite of those who say that when you have children you can not do anything. They were going to Macedonia and Greece, and also them they free camp in the woods. For the first time we see cyclists with more stuff then us. We go, there are some tunnels with no light, but not too long. Everybody told us to be careful with traffic and trucks, but a truck every five minutes can not be considered traffic for an Italian.
Then there is a sloope rather challenging, that I readily affront by feet.
Finally we arrive at the border. Although we are are really sorry to leave Serbia. We would have liked to stay longer and see other places. Beautiful nature, great people, good beer!
Instead we are here on the bridge that separates us from the European Union, and we have to wait. There are machines working to remove from the river all the garbage that came after the flood (there is a dam and then all the garbage is blocked there).
After the border we are in Romania. Our encounter with this new country can be summarized as: traffic, traffic and traffic! We’re no more used to this! And dogs! Around or dead along the way.
After about ten kilometers we arrive at Drobeta Turnu Severin, a fairly large town, and also beautiful. There are many parks and green areas. But bad atmosphere. Too many people "fashionable", they ignore us, somebody laughs. In short, we want to go away fast (and back in Serbia). We leave the city, after a quite reptilian industrial complex, there are hills and we sleep there, in the sheep pasture. Industrial chimneys in the background. Bucolic landscape and post-modernism.
Until now we can say that the only good thing in Romania is the absence of mosquitoes.