Vama Veche Scenes 1

Most of Vama Veche, from the highway approaching from the north; it's probably 
known only to Romanians, and largely because of its hippie/backpacker 
notoriety, even during the Caesescu regime; but we will have spent a week here 
soon, mostly resting, gearing up for Turkey, and so we will have some memories

Our campsite; no water, no electricity, no showers nor

toilets; but the price is right; and it's warm and sunny

Looking north along the beach; there's a Netherlands couple in the trailer; 
and many others in tents on the beach

People arrive day-in, day-out, mostly just to stroll on the  
beach or sunbathe a few hours; a few stay a few days 
(some stay much longer!); I found this young Romanian

family from Simisoara admiring Venus, my venus fly-
trap houseplant (which I keep outside in the sun when 
camped), even photographing it; so I gave it to them;

houseplants are not particularly compatible with our 
nomadic life-style; besides, Venus, to the best of my 
knowledge, despite ample opportunity, in three months 
never trapped a fly; I think she was a vegetarian; she has 
a good new home now

Wednesday we drove up the coast a bit, to 2 Mai, Mangela, then Jupiter, Saturn 
and Venus (no relation to fly-traps); Mangela obviously services the shipyard 
there, but Jupiter, Saturn, etc., were communist-era Black Sea resorts; the season 
is over now, and they are largely deserted; many new hotels, restaurants, 
developments, private enterprise and investment; many deteriorating hulks, too

Outside the Romanian Navy Museum; next time, maybe

Fleet's in; Vicki did not want to take this picture for fear we would be caught and 
accused of being spies

Later, a stroll on the beach, northward, under the cliffs, the most mussel shells 
I have ever seen

Looking back to Vama Veche and our campsite