Not So Wild-a-fire in Winter

I was travelling with a friend of mine from Sofia to Bucharest.

It is unrelated but we were going to play on the last Magic: The Gathering card game Pro Tour Qualifier. Familiar, any of you?

Anyway. Night was closing in on us and we had about a hundred or two kilometers still ahead of us before we would reach the border. When we saw the fires in the field, though, I insisted on stopping for a brief photo mission. We couldn't wait long enough for the firemen that we signaled to arrive, though.

So I took a walk alone and by the end of it my clothes smelled like bacon and burnt hair at the same time with the burnt hair smell prevailing.

Funny thing - it was February and cold - not the time one would expect a wildfire. If you ever expect one...