Oh my gosh, I dined in Dracula's house
Trip Start Jun 19, 2008
69Trip End Sep 04, 2008
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We arrive in a spacious, rather clean train station in Bucharest all sleepy-eyed at 6:30am. Our sleeper looked exactly like the one from istanbul, except less smelly. We immediately got tickets for the 7:30am train to Sighisoara (40 lei=$18?=cok pahale!) and proceeded to McDonald's. Natasha got some fish sandwich through a mutually intelligible conversation with the cashier- in English! While she was in the bathroom, a very handsome guy (a more cheery, fresh version of Prince William) stopped in front of me and gave me a broad, warm smile. My immediate thought in half-sleep, half-delirium: Oh, my, gosh, Romanian guys are super cute and friendly! Then I noticed a glimpse of recogntion in his eyes and realized it was the German guy I had met twice on this trip
Anyway, while I'm thinking these things, the train arrives in Sighisoara. A handful of backpackers crawl around the station. I lead the way. The direction is very simple: take a right from the station and walk 250m. We do just that and hello, Nathan's Villa! After securing 2 beds, we take a short walk to the city center. Sighisoara is Romania's only UNESCO World Heritage city. It's a charming midieval town where Dracula was born. We did an obligatory visit to the museum, where we paid the student price without being questioned. The entrance had introductions in about 7 different European languages but no English. None of the artifacts were labelled in English, so I can only vaguely guess what the things were. Interestingly, all the warning signs are in English: Do not touch! No photographs! Watch your head! Americans presumably need no intelligent explanations, just warning signs to stop them from their usual idiotic American deeds. We wandered around and climb up narrow, creaky staircases. I think 2.5 lei was definitely worth visiting the clock tower just for the view at the top! I could see the beautiful layout of the city. A little sign said that New York is 7,200+km away, which both scared and saddened me for a brief moment. We wandered around the town, visiting churches and a cemetery and cafes. It was the most touristy place we have been so far (not that that says much). No visible Americans, just a lot of Europeans. Despite the number of tourists, the restaurants and stores and our hostel accepted only cash. We ate dinner at the famous Count Dracular Restaurant, situated in the very house the dracula was born. The food was hella expensive but sooo delicious. Sooo delicious! And interior of the house made me feel immersed in the midieval times... The bars here close around 11-midnight, so we unfortunately could not enjoy the town at its eeriest.