Spent my Sunday on the pot-holed-filled Romanian mountain roads. It was su-perb. Me and Domnul Ahlberg, first coffee break in Desna. Tried to find a toilet, but the only thing we could find was a turkish style long-drop the men in the village didn’t think was suitable for a girl.. went there and found out why. Stopped after a few hours of undocumented mountain roads, loads of mud and puddles. Have a soar stomach after all the leg lifting to avoid soaked shoes. Some cooking on the hill. Quite a good view for a lunch stop. Some fire making. Some ciorba (soup), as it should be on a day out. Mr Ahlberg behind us. We had to set the pace for him to not get too excited and go way too fast. Me on the back. Classic scene. Came down through some mountain villages. It was pretty. Scary cows. Some horses. At this point I’d forgotten what decade I was living in. Two friends looking out over the route. Back into society again. Nigel chatting.Last coffee break. Already talking sweet memories.