When we travel we generally have only a very rough idea of where we’re heading for, preferring to be flexible and take things as they happen day by day. However, one of the ‘must dos’ whilst in Romania (being motorcyclists!) was to ride the Transalpina, claimed to be one of the most spectacular routes in the Carpathian Mountains. To that end, we found a place to stay outside the small village of Tilişca, ready to ride the road the next day. A tidy motel surrounded by open fields, it was a place of convenience more than anything else, but still, I like to see what’s around so went for a wander. The shadows lengthened in the late afternoon sun and my footsteps kicked up small dust clouds; there had been no rain for three months and the ground was parched. The stand of trees lining one side of the track ended and I was presented with a scene of rural perfection; a small farmstead nestling beneath the hill shrouded slopes of the lower Parâng Mountains. My aimless wandering took on a sense of urgency as I sought for a better composition before the sun finally dipped too low taking the last of the soft light with it. There is a real sense of satisfaction when you come across something so unexpectedly; and that’s one of the things I love about travel – you never know what’s around the corner!
(All images are copyright to Noeline Smith)