There is a traffic jam at the border to Romania, every passport is being checked. We enter the traffic jam in front of the border checkpoints at 35 degrees and slowly make our way through the emergency lane.

Between the cars with running engines, we reach our limits for the first time, the temperatures are brutal.

Then, 50m before the checkpoint, it happens and I drop my motorcycle...

Nothing happens thanks to the panniers and engine guard.

After the border, we need a break and lots of drinks.

For the return journey, there is supposed to be a different route via a country road to an old border crossing, maybe we will take that.

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