Pension Daniel Sibiu

... br>We had heard that the castle was closed a few days ago because of a rockslide but we still wanted to see the outside. The area that slid is part of the castle wall. A door leading to some room remains attached at the top, opening now onto a cliff below. Walls were OK. It would have been really nice to see the old town inside.

Bran is a castle near Brasov. Originally from the 14th c., it has been modernized. Gorgeous exterior up on a hill. The interior dates from the early ...

... the end we split and only one bike made the effort to hop over the foot path towards the hill where this unique place is. (there are only two locations on earth where one can see such a phenomenon)

The security features are not yet EU standard and we climb down into the cavern. The stair is metal and bent so the railing serve to keep the route. Sometimes the railing is not ...

Sibiu is a delightful city, small - about 250 000 people, but ready to make your staying one of the best in Romania.
The city, on its German name Hermannstadt, was founded in the 12 century and in 2007 was Cultural European Capital.
The Bruckenthal Palace in the Big Plaza, today an art museum and the Evangelic Cathedral are worth a 2-3 hour visit.
Also, climbing all the way up in the Council Tower , the 12 century gate of SIbiu, let us see the city from above.
Great place!

For almost the entire time I've been writing blog entries, I have been dying to use this priceless pick-up line from my past (worthy of its own entry at the that time, but sadly for you, I was not a blogger then) as a blog entry title. Today, I witnessed the event worthy of this title, and it made me so, so happy.

I last wrote from Sighisoara, and honestly, not much has happened since that last entry. We spent a ...

... he stopped harrassing this one cat.

I have two roommates tonight. They are two girls from Montreal backpacking through Eastern Europe. They are also doing some couchsurfing along the way as well. They said that they have had some amazing experiences from it as well. It really is a great thing and I wished I would have done more of it. Next time I come back to Europe I will. I am already thinking that I would love to check out the Balkan countries.

... hoping for something near the center but unfortunately we ended up in a residential neighborhood outside of the main town. It was really disappointing but we settled in and took some new taxis to the town center and had a short guided walk and then had a lovely lunch/dinner which brightened most of our spirits enormously. Turns out our hotel is actually quite new and nice and the lady ...

... sitting across from flung open, and two men running beside the bus starting throwing black plastic bags onto the steps of the bus /these were just like the shopping bags that were from the Duty Free shop/.... One of the passengers jumped down the isle and started grabbing the bags as they were being flung. Seconds later the door began closing, leaving the two men running outside and the bags in disarray on the steps of the bus. The passenger who was there to receive them started ...

... tall meat extravaganza on Piata Mare, then passed out in a fleisch-induced coma until it was time to hit the town that night. Thanks to the Scottish/Romanian pair I ate breakfast with, I got the tip that there would be a New Orleans jazz concert that night just down the road from my hotel. To all who know me and my love of live music, this was the obvious place to be! In fact, when I asked the hotel concierge what was going on in the way of nightlife in Sibiu (it was ...

... a gravel path in truth), surrounded by fields of corn. The sign was shaped as an arrow and read clearly, "Dupus, 4 Kilometers". Progress, I reasoned, came at a price. Our price was a little extra walking. The gravel path, though, was at least very clearly defined, without the forks or other obstacles of previous encounters. In fact, we were even passed by a van, which appeared to be delivering mail, and a lady on a bike, who reacted to our waves of hello with a pained and disgusted ...

... on the path beside the road. Soon we neared what appeared to be a fork. A dirt road stretched off to the right with the houses of the town on either side. In the middle of the fork was the gas station. Or rather, there was a building with three horse drawn carts "parked" in front. As we approached the gas station, a woman passed us a steady clip. She turned back to look and then spoke, "I heard you speaking English. Where are you from?" "We're from America!" I blurted out. How ...