Lefroy Leather Belt

Morning breaks cold on the Transfăgărășan Highway, mist clinging to the switchbacks as the engine settles into the climb. The Lefroy Belt sits steady at the waist through long hours of driving, walking, stopping, starting. The kind of gear that disappears once it earns its place.

By midday the road drops into Sibiu. Cobblestones, slower pace, something hot from a street window before moving on. No plan worth following. Just distance ahead. Near the Hungarian border, the day winds down with a cold Ursus on the table, dust still on your boots. Travel measured in kilometres, not deadlines. The Lefroy Belt stays exactly where it should.