Romania, greatest country in the world

One long drive later, the intrepid band arrived in the fair land of Romania: land of slightly suspect building practices, chickens and inquisitive villagers. And accommodating farmers, since we are now camping in a field, thanks to the donation of an Odyssey t-shirt and a beer.

The country is obviously poorer than those we have already passed through, but it seems to me that there is no real misery or discontent here. Those we have seen appear to be content, with a genuine family life. I don't think that this is an over generalization, as we have driven past so many houses with all the inhabitants outside having dinner as a group. Something increasingly rare in the UK.

Our family is getting used to the reality of no shower tonight, and generally coping using a process of denial. This will change to grudging acceptance by tomorrow morning, and open truck windows by tomorrow afternoon. We are such soft westerners!