Day 20 Sibiu, Romania to Transfagarasan loop

Saturday  Dateicon  29.8.2015  Tigericon  331km Total:6028km

We move our gear over to the bagade room at Libra. We might aswell benefit from the fact that we for once would end up the same place we started and not have to lug around fully laiden bikes all day. The Lady have decided to skip todays riding and have a day of rest and sightseeing in Sibiu.

When it's time to head of for Transalpine (which was where I at least thought we were going) I realize my shades are missing, the real ones, not the psycadelic kaleidoscope shades I bought in Podgorica.
The Bear is restless to get moving and can't really grasp why I'm making such a big deal out of it since I still have a pair.
I don't really agree with a direct comparison between a €10 pair of crap shades and a pair of Ray Bans. I like my Ray Bans. I like them very much, so much in fact that now I'm in full on war mode.

The Lady who is still at the Ramada (which must be where I lost them) have in the mean time checked my room only to find that it's already been cleaned and no killer shades are to be found.
I refuse to let it go and go back to look for myself.
By now The Lady have already checked with the hotel staff which have started their own investigation resulting in me five minutes later being reunited with my beloved Ray Bans.
I have to admit I never thought I'd see them again, I thought it would have been more like that I'd just sponsered the coolest cleaning lady in all of Romaina.
Romaina 2 VS My prejudices 0.

Now we can finally head of towards the Trans...alpina we still thought until we get to the first tankstop and I realize that the GPS:s routed us onto some kind of cattle track stright west onto the middle of the Transalpina pass. We had of course intended to do the whole thing.
Change of plans. We are now in fact closer to the Transfăgărășan so we reverse the order in which we planned since that would mean we'd only ridden about 16kms in the wrong direction (which I might add is the gravest navigational error I've made in the 5000kms thus far).

There's a taverna right at the start of the Transfaga where we stay for lunch.
I walk in and ask about the menu in english which gives the waiter some kind of empty thousand yard stare and yells out a name.
The name and it's subsequent owner turns up whereby the empty stare waiter points at me and says the word tourist in a pronounciation that sounded like english to me.
He then disappears so quickly that I don't even get to explain to him that I'm am far from fluent in tourist and still consider myself somewhat of a layman.

We get our fill and heads out onto what Top Gear and Jeremy Clarksson have named as the best road in the world.
The show has 350 miljon viewers all over the world and today is saturday.
I don't really know what I was expecting and I definately didn't think we'd be alone on the road but this is almost ridiculous.
I thought Stelvio was overcrowded with slow moving campers, rv:s and other spawns of satan but that was nothing compared to this.

The are vehicles absolutely everywhere, they're either slow moving on the road, off the road, parked on the road or there are people barbecuing and/or drinking beer.
Parking is wherever and whenever you like. Something to see? Just stop the car in the middle of the road and get out.

With the mornings irritation about the sunglasses barely subsided I gravely overreact to the bear overtaking.
We have very different riding styles on these kinds of roads the bear and I.
If I happen to catch up with a car riding the least bit predictably and at a reasonable speed I'm well and happy to tuck in behind and just admire the view.
The Bearminators stance is more of: twisting road, vehicle driving below speed limit equals: target:aquired followed by race mode: activated.

That's why when we get to roads like these I always suggest he takes the lead.
He always refuses but still opts to overtake.
I really hate the overly aggressive driving style of most motorcyclists in this region as they more or less force their way through traffic but I really can't say what trigged my reaction, there was nothing the slightest bit wrong with his driving, he just wanted to drive faster then I was going.
I guess it was just one of those days and I decide that it's every man for himself and just ride on when he stops a few kms up the road.
It was very immature and definately not my finest hour.

Still, apart from the fact that the bear felt a bit guilty and I was raging like a spoilt child I think we both benifited from being able to ride in our own respective ways and when I've cooled down (which I'm ashamed to admit took as long as couple of hours) I stop to let the bear catch up.
To add insult to percived injury it took considably less time than I would have liked.

By now it's almost 5.30PM. Riding the Transfagarasan have taken roughly three times as long as we hade expected and now we have to decide if we're to take the quickest way back to the hotel or stick with the original plan and head home over the Transalpina with the risk of it getting dark somewhere on top of the pass.
Something that even the webpage Dangerous roads states is inadvisable.

We opt for the mature choise which turns out to be the right one since we only win the race against complete darkness back to the hotell with twenty minutes to spare.
We get dinner at the hotel and by now travelfatigue has really gotten a hold of me so of course I also have a migraine headache.
The migrane gets to decide what we do tomorrow, if I'm free from it we ride Transalpina and if I'm not we have a rest day with sightseeing in Sibiu.