Distance: 145km
Elevation: 190m
I woke up very early in the morning because of the cold. I went into the house to make breakfast and write my blog. Quickly thereafter, the sun came out and it became beautiful outside. This garden was a magical place.
I packed up, wrote a thank you note to Boźana, and got into the saddle.
Actually, I was so enchanted by this place that I forgot to switch on my Strava for the first 75 km. 
Subotica was a beautiful little town with picturesque buildings directly by a lake.
For the last day today, my route would take me eastwards. In the following days, I would be starting to turn more south.
Along the road, I came by a restaurant by a river that looked beautiful. Even though it was only just 10:30am, I ordered Serbian Chivapi, which is totally unlike Croatian Civapcici, of course.
Both are very tasty though and provide me the energy I need. I had the feeling that today would be a long and exhausting day. 
I cycled to Kikinda, the next larger town, on flat and straight backroads. On my way, I came through three or four small villages. Everything in between was vast amounts of farmland. It reminded me of the prairies in Canada. 
When I was stopping to buy some food, a local farm worker chatted me up. We spoke with hands and feet. He was trying to understand what I was doing, where I was coming from and where I was going to. Also, he expressed his admiration for the project. 
After 85 km, I crossed the border into Romania, entering the EU once more. Also here, the border control was conducted by Frontex officials. They wore weapons and body cams.
Once I had arrived on the Romanian side, I tried to orientate myself to find a destination to approach for the night. There were no camping spots in the vicinity of 50 km and also no affordable hotels or apartments. There were not even any wild camping spots indicated.
The route went through deep gravel over at least 15 km. Rosinante and me got shaken up quite a bit. Due to the vibrations, the mouthpiece of my drinking system fell off somewhere along the way. It’s not a disaster, but it makes it harder to drink when cycling. 
Of all my navigation apps only Komoot showed a camping site in about 47 km. After a short consultation with myself, I decided to go for that high-risk option but I would be prepared for wild camping .
The route followed a highway with lots of traffic. One truck driver came damn close to me. After 30 km I could turn onto a smaller road with less traffic.
On the way, I made first contact with Romanian stray dogs. They followed me barking for quite a while, but did not try to bite me. 
The last 7 km to the camping site where on deep gravel again and very hard to cycle. I lost one of the bottles of water that I had bought for the case of wild camping. 
When I finally arrived at the campsite, I found it closed. I was tired and did not know what to do. I asked some workers with Google translator if they had any ideas. The older man pointed me to the nearby village and told me to ask there.
I cycled to Dinias and found a shop that was still open. I entered and asked the lady if she knew a place where I could pop up my tent for one night.
She said no, and expected me to go away. But I stayed and insisted that I was very tired and only needed a piece of land, not a campsite.
She figured that I would not leave unless she tried to help me. So she asked her husband if he had any idea.
Nobody in the entire village spoke one word of English it seemed. After some back-and-forth, a young couple entered the shop, and Cosmin agreed in an instant that they would be willing to host me on their land.
I followed their car to their house and set up camp there. The sun was already setting and it got cold quickly. I took a quick shower with the bottle of water that had survived the trip. It was chilly, but it was great to feel a little clean again.
After a while, Cosmin came over and invited me to beer.
It was my first fireplace chat with Google translator. I am sure that many translations were not quite right, but it was enough to get the gist of it.
Cosmin was 26 years old and worked as a pipe cleaner. A hard and dirty job. That job was already one level better than his previous jobs or having no job at all.
However, he actually wanted to become a hairdresser and have his own barbershop. He knew exactly what the training for this would cost and mentioned that it was hard to save the money. Especially, since they were still renovating and rebuilding the house, they lived in.
We talked a bit about the importance of pursuing one’s dreams in life.
I also asked him what he thought about the situation in Ukraine. He shrugged his shoulder and and said he did not know. He shared his wish that this war will end soon. Also, there were a lot of refugees from Ukraine in nearby Temeshvar.
At 9:30 we called it a night and said goodbye. He had to leave for work at 5 AM in the morning.
I went to my tent and sat in front of it, staring at the horizon for a while. Then it got too cold and I went to sleep.
All in all, it had been a wonderful day.