On to Vama Veche and the Black Sea

We drove on, across the expanse of the Wallachian plain--from Pitesti almost all the way to the Black Sea--it is absolutely the flattest piece of real estate I have seen. Except for the very occasional factory or town, it is nothing but agriculture, some of the longest rows, disappearing over the horizon, to hoe, I have ever seen. And not very photogenic.

After crossing the Danube some miles from the coast--it swings north quite a 
ways before emptying into the Black Sea--and then crossing the various 
Danube Canal bridges and locks, you begin seeing some of the heavy industry 
around Constanta

In Constanta, a smokestack that literally disappeared into 
the clouds

At length, we reached our destination, the sea-side village of Vama Veche; after 
the usual reconnaissance, we decided to park right on the beach

We figure we were the only Americanskis having left-over cheese fondue and 
red wine on the Black Sea that evening

Vama Veche is/was sort of the hippie beach in Romania and retains some of the, 
um, old ways; lots of people, mostly young, camped on the beach

We plan to stay here or in the vicinity a few days, enjoying the warmth and sun, and free camping. And old ways. Then on through Bulgaria, staying by the coast, and into Turkey.