I didn't sit properly in a chair lift this morning, so I had to hold my board outside the lift with both hands. The valley was foggy, but the higher we climbed, the clearer the sky became. At the very top the sun rays bursted through snow-covered pine branches fighting with fog on their way to eyes of the lucky few sitting at that point in time in that chair lift, a surreal image.
But, my hands were busy, couldn't take my one out in time. Sadness in my eyes and a determination to take the same lift as soon as I descend.
Some half an hour later the chair approached the place, but magic was gone. Fog retreated and sun rays could not be seen. The image you see here is a tribute to that image, taken after the magic was gone.Read more
When planning where to finish this tour, Constanța and its casino were the obvious choices. I fell in love with that building ever since I saw it for the first time somewhere on the internet.
In the current form since 1910, it worked as a casino for only 38 years.
It was called Romanian Monte Carlo and it has always been the symbol of the city. It was damaged in every world war and rebuilt afterward.
With the communist regime in power, it ceased to operate like a casino, and since 1948 it served as a house of culture.
Built in Art Noveau style by 32-year old Daniel Renard, it was a sore point for the entire political opposition and conservatives back in the day, who wanted something less extravagant and in popular Neo-Romanian style, which was featured in many of my photos.
And so, after 12 days of cycling (rest days not counted) and after exactly 900 km (560 miles) I reached the promenade in front of the iconic casino in Constanța.
I was so happy with the casino milestone that I didn't even consider staying longer in the city 😁
I spotted a place where I could urban-camp and rushed to the train station to check if I could exchange the train ticket that I had bought in Bucharest for a train leaving tomorrow, for the one leaving tonight. Sure enough, I could. I left the city as fast as I entered it.
The ease with which I called it the end just reaffirmed Emerson's words, that it's not the destination, it's the journey.Read more
Cycling through Constanța wasn't a really pleasant experience. As if all the roads were leading to it, and all the cars and trucks decided to go into the city at the same time. I reached this random point and saw it, the building in the background.
Entering Constanța, the oldest continuously inhabited city in Romania. Founded in 7th century BC by Massagataen queen Tomyris, who named the city after herself, Tomi. The first urban settlement in this region was however Greek city of Histria, 40 km (25 miles) from Constanța.