Today was a day of doing nothing. It had not been the plan. I had decided on an extra day in Constanța to allow me to explore the city, a city with one of the oldest histories in Europe. After my early arrival yesterday I had taken the opportunity to walk around and get a sense of the place and today I had planned to explore a couple of museums for a deeper dive into understanding the city and its history, making the most of my limited time here. Except I found out this morning that every museum without exception is closed until Wednesday. I now had a day in hand and not much to do with it. Had I realised previously I would now be starting my journey home.
I found somewhere to breakfast near my hostel then I walked through more-modern streets and down to the long, wide and practically deserted tourist beach north of the old town, I guess because the weekend has been and gone. I walked the empty sands, dipped a toe in the Black Sea, climbed a sandy, tussocky path back up to the streets where, with the afternoon sun heating up the day and having stocked up on supplies, I followed the examples of the locals and got off the streets, withdrawing to the cool shade of my room to read. It was hardly the most exciting way of spending the day after cycling 3000 miles to get here but my mindset has now firmly shifted away from the adventure of the ride and to thoughts of my return and the anticipation of getting home. That is a journey that starts early tomorrow.
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