Hotel Poiana, Poiana Brasov
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- Minbar in room
- Tennis Court
- High-speed internet in room
- Breakfast Available
- Non-smoking rooms
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Travel Blogs from Poiana Brasov
... through were forced to stop in each city for three days and sell products, then pay 20% tax to Germans before they could continue on . During communist times the main square was a parking lot but there was a huge music festival held here called the Golden Stag where big name international acts would headline. It was the only contact that Romanians had with the outside world and one of the few times they were allowed to congregate under communist rule.
... to the Duke who otherwise granted them many privileges, such as relative independence of their culture and language, the right to exclusively live in fortified villages (as opposed to surrounding Romanians or other ethnicities). These Germans then built 7 walled cities (hence the area is called Siebenbürgen in German) and grew wealthy through their artisanship and the industrious trade of wool and other produce. Sadly there are very few ...
... and she took us to Bran Castle (also known as Dracula's Castle) on the way we saw a flock of sheep with a shepherd which was really different to in NZ. First of all the sheep had long tails like dogs, the sheep were really dirty, the shepherd had a staff and was wearing a huge coat and hat just like in pictures! When we got to the castle, which was fun as we were driving in thick snow haha we walked around the markets. We then walked up to the castle which was a mission as it ...
... houses line the roads with their pasture stretching nearly vertically up behind them...sheeps and cows clinging to almost impossibly steep stretches. The horses of course live in the front yards as every day they are hitched up and driven into town where they stand unattended but patiently on the sides of the road while huge trucks road past them. The leaves have all fallen off the trees now so the valley smells of bonfires while people are burning them but all the fields are ...
... going! Apparently this poor little man, with minimal English, works in collaboration with the hostels to help people board the right bus, since otherwise we lowly travelers have not a clue what to do. He stuck me on the right bus, talked to the driver about my destination, then left, searching for his next victim. The bus whisked me and many others through the town of Brasov (pronounced Brashoff) and I saw its many sides. Wearing facades, ...