Danube Day 18: Adamclisi to the Black Sea
Total Distance 76 km
See end of post for map, elevation profile, and GPX file.
Trip overview can be found here.
We woke up early as usual, but for the first time this trip we actually got out of bed when the alarm went off. We were really full of energy and excitement as today we would arrive at the Black Sea. We reflected on our time together and talked about our disbelief that we just had one more day of cycling. We finished breakfast and got on the road remembering that we had some hills ahead of us.
It was going to be a glorious day for riding. The sun was already out and it was getting warmer as we made our way through the small Romanian villages. We stopped for water at a fountain and asked the locals filling up jugs if it was ok to drink and they assured us it was good.
A few kids came up and started asking us what we were doing and we did our best to communicate where we had been and where we were going. They laughed at us in disbelief when they figured out we were going to the beach by bicycle. We said goodbye to our little friends and were feeling renewed energy with only 50km left to Constanta.
Our map led us on the main highway into Constanta and as soon as we turned onto it from Cobadin the traffic got faster and there were more trucks on the road. We weren’t excited about the traffic, but we had dealt with enough traffic on this trip that we continued unaffected with our goal so close at hand.
We started to see seagulls flying over head—a sure sign that we were getting close. It was a perfect sight welcoming us to the coast. We crossed over the Danube Canal in Murfatlar and we could see a dirt road that followed it as far as we could see. It was a tempting route given how the traffic was increasing, but we weren’t sure it connected and assumed it was going to be further away from any campgrounds so we stayed on the main highway.
We pulled over when we hit the Constanta city limits for lunch. We were trying to push through without eating because we really wanted to get there. But at this point we knew better than to ignore our stomachs rumbling. The traffic continued to build and even though it was 1pm it felt like rush hour.
We passed under a major highway and that was when the truck traffic got insane. We consulted our trusty GPS and got off the highway as soon as possible. It was a breath of fresh air to be on a minor road.
We meandered through the neighborhoods noticing that even though we were in Romania it had that distinct beach town feel. The houses were close together with small yards, and had remnants of sand and beach paraphernalia visible from the street.
We didn’t have a particular beach destination in mind so we made our way toward the water as direct as possible. We saw some big apartment buildings on the horizon and we knew what we would see on the other side.
We found access next to some swanky condos being built on the cliff overlooking the Black Sea and we cast our eyes upon our prize. We had spent so much time getting here and all of a sudden there it was.
We stood there silently for a moment in awe but we finally erupted in joyous cheers and high fived each other celebrating our 1,600km trek from Budapest. Yoshi had ridden even more than we did starting in the Czech Republic.
Our next order of business was to find beers, food and camping. Mamaia to the north promised to have everything we needed. We saddled up and made it a few more kilometers to the boardwalk in Mamaia and to look for a place to eat and drink.
It seemed appropriate since we were at the beach to find some pina coladas. Briana and Yoshi were particularly dead set on enjoying a fruity cocktail to mark the occasion. However, the travel expectation gods knew better.
At the fourth beach front bar we tried here’s Briana’s conversation. “Hi do you have pina coladas?” “What?” “You know, rum, coconut, pineapple juice” “No.” “Do you have cocktails?” “You mean Jaegermeister?” Frustrated sigh.
We finally just sat down at the next place we saw and the girls looked through the drinks menu. We were a little late in the season so the restaurant patio had a beautiful view of stacked up chairs instead of the sea. The waiter came and they inquired about cocktail possibilities. The helpful young man pointed out that the menu contained Campari and Orange. That’s almost a pina colada, right? They were sold.
What appeared was a bitter and artificial mess of a beverage. But that’s just it, bike touring is all about dealing with whatever comes your way. We raised our glasses in victory and ate an enormous meal to celebrate a job well done.
Then we high fived to our amazing tan lines and did a victory dance on the beach.
Below you can find a map and elevation profile of today’s ride. To download a the GPX file click here (right click – save as)
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