Sighisoara the birthplace of Vlad III ie dracula

Ok so this little sleepy town nestled in to the foothills is a pretty neat little place that truely makes you believe that you are back in the 1800's. There are farmers out plowing their fields with a mule with a hoe tied to it. People swathing fields with sythes, and horse drawn carts taking hay and other goods back home or in to town.

So I go to check in to my hostel at 9am after a very interesting train ride, and who is here but Mickey the Aussie that I met in Budapest and had dinner with!! Yes! I know someone! I took a nap and she went out so I had the afternoon to myself. So what did I do.... I went wondering through the old city and found the cemetery, of course I would. But there were alot of other very neat places around there other than that. Though the house in which Vlad III was born was very anticlimatic, it was just a plaque on the wall that had a brief history on him, but the house was not kept up so it kind of just looked like the crappy houses around it. Oh well.

So during my wonderings through old town, I ran in to Mickey and we started walking the town and just kept going in to the countryside. We climbed a big ass hill and from there we could see the whole city and a couple goats and sheep on the hill we were sitting on. We chilled there for a while watching the lighting storm that was happening away from us. Then realizing that well it is starting to get dark and the dark clouds are now starting to suround us, it would be a good idea to head back in to town and get some food. Right as we got back it started to pour and we just dodged in to the first place we saw. It was a nice place and the tables looked all fancy and the server was in slacks, tie and vest.... shit, we just ended up in the most expensive place in town. But it is pouring outside so we thought, fuck it, we will just eat here. We looked at the menu and found some interesting sounding food from the Hungarian Specialties section (I could not tell you what the name of it was). But what it ended up being what cabbage rolles filled with meat (like pigs in a blanket), and some cornmeal. It was yummy and so was the beer I had there (Romania has very good beer also :) ). After food and a beer I wasn't that excited to see the ticket, and it came to us at 36 ROM. And 3 ROM=1 USD, so our bill for the both of us to have a nice dinner and a beer was 12 dollars, or 6 dollars a person. I love Romania!!

That night I hung out with an American couple that was there and the owner who was working the night shift. I played it classy and got a 2 liter bottle of beer (oh yes they have those here) for about 4 Ron or a dollar thirty three. Yes!! Finished that, and bs with them all for a bit, then it was bed time.

The next day I used as pretty much a kill day where I did very little but lay about and go to the open market and get some apples and socks (sweet jesus i am messing my socks and shoes up here lol). Then Mickey and I went on another little hike up another large hill over looking the city. But at the top there was a restraunt, so we went around the hill and made our way up over the back where there really wasn't much for trails and no roads. Got nipped by some stinging needles, sadly they have those here also. At the top I had a beer at looked over the city. It was very nice up there!!

Then again that evening we went back to the Hostel, and there was a Scottish couple, two French Canadians, the Americans, and the the owner with his girlfriend (who works during the day). We all ate some delivered food, and did a little driking, after a while an Aussie girl was down stairs with us, with two other guys. A long story short, a couple games of sombraro pool (pictures soon), and a couple bottles of cheap wine and "sparking white wine" it was 5:30am and the sun was coming up. Wow, way to go me.

The Train ride to Brasov was one that I spent either sleeping or listening to the weird guy in front who was like 55 talk to his girlfriend who seemed to be about 20. Wow, they play by some really different rules here lol, and if I had to see them make out one more time, I was going to be in jail in Romania, because for the love of god.......

Now I am in Brasov living it up and I am finally caught up with my blogging.... damn. Ok well time to go do something productive so I have something to write about other than I spent my time in Brastov blogging ha ha ha. Well stay classy, cheers!!