Villa Schei Brasov

... for this ahead of<br>time and he started talking to the guard in Spanish and I started<br>speaking to him in German and after about 2 minutes he must have<br>decided it wasn't worth the trouble of calling the police and just<br>escorted us out. Derek got a picture with him. It was epic.<br><br>Afterthat episode, we just decided to wait till noon and see if they would<br>let us in again. They did end up letting us in and the castle was<br>pretty cool, but it would ...

Because the castle opens to visitors only at 12 am, we wait in line in order to take our entrance tickets and look around at the other tourists and dogs freely passing the whole area in search for food from the locals.. Finally we get into the yard of the castle... we pass Queen Mary's garden and go up all the stairs to the gate.. we first get into the guards room.. then we pass the prison.. the gothic room and we get to the secret steps.. these steps were discovered only in ...

... Zurueck in Brasov schauen wir uns auch das Staedchen mal genau** an. Ein bisschen **inn**t es an die Stei**mark und mit seinem lebhaften Treiben zwischen den alten Haeus**n kann man einfach nicht and**s als sich wohl zu fuehlen. Um kurz zu entspannen gehts zurueck ins Hostel, wo wir auf uns**em Balkon bei uns**em Freibi** den restlichen Abend planen. Da hi** alles so wahnsinnig billig ist, beschliessen wir, uns mal einen dekadenten Abend zu machen ...

... a fairly important region during the Reformation). Since we had a car, we also drove to the nearby sky resort of Poiana Brasov and walked around the many new developments in the cute valley which contains it. We were actually staying in a pension in the nearby town of Bran, most famous for the Bran castle, which has somehow become associated with the story of Dracula. Though of course, there's only the faintest connection to Vlad ...

... explaining t* s*me*ne that what this place really needs is a H*tel, and s*mething s*mething Heeh heeh ha ha ha - the s*unds *f his mirth f*ll*wing us *ut the d**r like s*me finished but unf*rgettable nightmare. Then it was *ff t* Munich via Dracula's castle which was n*t Dracula's at all (the l*nely planet guide said that he may have *nce p**ped th**e - Mic did p**p th**e and I was wary *f his n*cturnal habits f*r s*me time aft**wards) but it made s*me m*ney f*r the l*cal t*urist sh*ps.

... more the problem. We went out to karaoke another night, there were a couple of romanian guys who got up and sung New York, New York in a thick accent. It sounded terrible but I'm sure it was still better than the version by Richard, Claire, Mark and I on our NY rooftop at 6am in the morning after a big night out. ;-) I spent Saturday afternoon with Krista playing pool and chatting. She's really a great person. I love meeting and getting to know all these people as they ...

... moving on to Sfântu Gheorghe in the afternoon, from where there were more frequent, direct connections back to Miercurea Ciuc. Perhaps an ambitious plan for a single daytrip minus private transport, but it looked feasible from what I could tell. Going on what the tourist office in Miercurea Ciuc had told me, getting from Târgu Secuiesc to Sfântu Gheorghe should be a cinch. Well, I was a little surprised upon my arrival to find Târgu Secuiesc's bus station looking like an ...

... issue with the directions. When it was time to do the job, I opened the box and there were 3 bottles and a large directions sheet written in 8 different Eastern European languages. After a quick trip to an Internet café to visit loreal.com to watch the "How to video", I was all set. I carefully applied the color, first to the roots as I had seen so many times before, and then to my entire head. Every once in a while, I would catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and my whole ...

... the weekend before last. We headed off to Brasov by train early on Saturday morning so as to get the most out of our two day visit. We had been told that Brasov was, like Sinaia, very pretty and home to some of the beautiful Romanian architecture of which the Communists managed to eliminate all traces in Bucharest itself. But, to our horror when we stepped off the train we were met by the sight of the hideous Soviet apartment blocks we have come to hate in ...

... We were all dancing on the tables when Kaz saw a chandeleir and thought she would swing off it cracking her head against the pole. GOOOONE. An American guy was dancing with this chick who looked around 19 or so and asked how old she was and she was only 13 !!! They were allowed into the club but not allowed to drink. How crazy is ...