Okay so before taking off on my train ride, we left Bucharest for an area along the Black Sea coast to spend the weekend in Vama Veche. This place apparently has a population of about 85 people normally that then skyrockets to the thousands once the weather heats up in the middle of the year. This is a pretty infamous place during the summers in Romania, pretty much an anything goes beach party hippie vibe. With different areas on the stretch of beach offering something else depending on your taste. You want to dance in a circle around a single light pole and aimlessly mingle with the youth of Vama, or maybe sit nude in front of your tent with occasional dips in the sea, perhaps sit on a swing attached to a bar providing endless drinks and music or maybe lounge on a couch watching people dance in front of the sunrise to the music of your fave beach bar DJ or eat fresh local fish at a wooden beach shack restaurant? Then Vama Veche awaits. What did I do the first night? Well I found myself in the middle of a Hungarian bachelor party!
Now amidst all these great vibes though is the negative, and I don’t mean the overweight hairy guy that insists on walking around naked and greeting everyone while swishing his hips side to side. Don’t worry mom I kept my eyes up! No, that I can deal with, what I didn’t like was the lack of cleanliness. In a lot of the places there weren’t sufficient accommodations made for the excessive daily production of trash and the bathrooms were the hole in the ground gross ones and you don’t want to get me started on that! Otherwise it was great fun, now it was no Mykonos, but it does the job! Although it wouldn’t hurt to import some of the hot Italians from Mykonos and sprinkle them about the place. A girl can dream right? Nonetheless I enjoyed myself a huge deal one of the days not making it to bed until 8:30 in the morning, sign of a good time I‘d say. Well it was only polite that I stayed out that late, seeing that the DJ said the songs were all dedicated to me that night. I may be many things, but ungrateful is not one of them, so I partied on!
I have to mention the food, I have not eaten as much fish anywhere thus far as I did in Vama Veche. Everyday something different, varieties I had never seen or heard of before, but all delicious. I mean after all I am a responsible drinker one must have some sort of food to absorb the drinks. I think I enjoyed the eating as much as I did the partying (if not secretly more). Oh and I almost didn’t make it out alive, so I am lounging one day in the couches in front of the beach bar we frequented daily and as I am getting up I hit and scrape the side of my head along a metal L bracket that was screwed to the side of the wooden post. This L shaped metal nuisance had absolutely no function other than the attempted concussion, needless to say this really hurt and the only pharmacy was closed. Meanwhile a friend is looking at the side of my head with a very daunting expression, no mirrors available she reverses the camera on her iPhone and the side of my head is bleeding and throbbing and I am pretty sure that my fall back (and non-existent) modeling career is over before it began. So we go to another bar where a Belgian guy who had become a resident of the place after visiting once pulls out a small first aid kit and puts some ointment and a bandage on and I finish the rest of my drink of course!