Scharfe curves!

Bring me to the Carpathians!

The Großglockner can pack up, because today was a whole lot of curves with a wild happy ending without cuddling at the end!

I rode about 130 kilometers on the Transalpina and there was never a dull moment, even the journey on the 67D was a wild curves chase!

If anyone is worried that the culinary delights might come up short here, they can relax, because there were plenty of huts and such, in addition to the fruits of the forest being offered on the roadside.

Blueberries seem to be in season...

In simplified terms: Every motorbike rider who gets excited about leaning angles should beam his weak rear end to Romania and make himself comfortable in the Carpathians.

...and tomorrow it continues in the same key, because the 'unnecessarily present' one has to go back a bit on the Transalpina so he can graze his chosen route to the Transfăgărășan, and even during the planning, the unworthy traveler felt dizzy!

The condition of today's roads was excellent, so there's really no need to complain and moan.

Oh, and the local mountains are really awesome, which the dull little eyes of the Gaijin only realized when he looked through his pictures for his reading treasure kitties and had to realize that he had captured a rock hard, giant noodle!

What do we learn from this?

Don't mess with nature, it definitely has the longer and harder beidl!

P.S.: Whoever finds errors here, shouts them out and gets a stiff one, is messing with MY nature!