BinderBubi Hotel Medias

... about 1.75 Euro) Very good if you have a big backpack with you and want to walk around freely in the city. I hopped on the night train to Belgrade around 9pm. The train looked quite bad. Worse than the one from Vienna. Luckily it wasn't packed with Romanians, neither Serbians this time.. so i had a whole compartment for myself. Up in Belgrade i had to hop on another train to Strizivojna. (Croatia) There is no direct line to Sarajevo, so you have to travel to Croatia first. I ...

... later, I had learned all about the history of the Mayans, how the Czar of Russia had been overthrown, the biography of Alfred Nobel and the rainstorm was still overhead. We decided to call a cab at that point, since it was the cheapest thing in town and totally not worth walking the distance in the rain. We asked our driver about places to eat and our options were limited. He said that Casa Dracula was the best place in town and so we returned for a second evening. This time getting ...

... establish a mini-tourist industry, entwining the real story of Vlad with the vampiric exploits of Stoker's creation. Yes, this is definitely the place to come if you want t-shirts, badges or in fact anything with the Count bearing his bloody fangs on it. Vlad's childhood home has been turned into a restaurant catering mainly to coach parties. We couldn't resist stopping to get a 'bite', but as the inside tables were reserved ...

... shot my plans for the day - at the time of the booking, I only had about two hours to get myself together and packed so I could hustle to the station on time. So, after another quick errand with Brāndusa, back to the apartment I went, and I quickly set to throwing all my things together in the bag. I was just about ready to go when I noticed something was missing: my black Moleskine travel diary! Strange . . . I could have sworn I'd seen it recently. I seemed to recall ...

... had lost our reservation and got our money back. I am so glad we got to stick it to the rude lady that basically told us to go away, and that we didn't have a booking. Bringing proof of our booking was a great feeling and dealing with the manager was easy. We then met up with our Mexican friends for some drinks later that night. It was a great night of talking and laughing and generally having a good time over some drinks. The conversation went deep into the night and we all ...

I am in the most beautiful place on earth and I am sick. No surprise, really, after the 3-day Brasov bender I have been on. Add to that, the internet does not work anywhere in this town (yet they still feel the need to charge you in all the internet cafes, resulting in altercations), so once again this entry must be postponed. Ugh, needless to say, I am in a bad mood, which I want to quickly snap myself ...

Continued from The Walk (Part I)... Atel was a comfy little village, not unlike Bretaiu, although it seemed to be slightly more affluent. It's main thoroughfare was at least paved, as were a few of its side streets. We entered the town and looked for the fortified church that it possessed. When we came upon it, after only about 10 minutes of walking, we found a decrepit old building in desperate need of restoration. Its fortification, though, were very much in place, and while we ...

All I can say now is that it seemed like a good idea at the time. And looking back it really was one heck of an adventure. Just as well, though, it was also one of the dumbest things I've probably ever done, yet I never once felt any real danger. There was only one line in the guide book, but for us it would be quite a doozy. "The best way to reach the fortified church of Biertan is by the four hour hike through fields and wooded ridges from Brateiu, the first rail halt east of ...

... coolest shirt available in the 70's, and his bland brown-tinted sunglasses seemed also to have missed their era. His even-like-a-beaver haircut had been buzzed by un-hungry clippers. He sat up calmly straight, with hands never leaving optimal steering position. No one talked. We heard a CD of that young good-looking married American country-singing couple, and I looked past my knees, past the seat ...

... a couple of nice Gothic churches to see -- in the Lutheran Church, the Christ up on the altar-piece is like none I've ever seen. In other churches, I've seen crucified, weeping, sad, depressed Jesuses, but not here! He must be freshly resurrected or something, because he's striking a rather triumphant pose with a glorious halo behind his head and banner and loincloth streaming out behind him. It's Christ the Dancing Queen! We took it easy ...