Uneventful, except for the only stretch of motorway here. This is a killing field - dead dogs in places where I can't even work out why a dog would be there. The hard shoulder is for cyclists going the other way, peeing, and parking so you can jump the central reservation to get a cup of tea. But its Sunday morning and its fairly quiet.

Bucharest is fairly easy to get in to and, being Sunday, I have no problems. I have booked in for 2 nights here. I get offered girls by a very friendly pimp but manage to politely decline. He insists on putting his number in to my phone just in case I need him later. There are strip bars everywhere and several restaurants advertise 'massage parlours' on the premises - one stop shopping...

I take a guided tour of Ceaucescu's Palace of the People - the second biggest building in the world, built by one of the poorest countries and entirely sourced from Romania. He had this marble staircase rebuilt 5 times because he was very short and didn't like the standard step height.