Huachachina and the Nazca Lines

Huachachina

We headed south from Lima on yet another bus and arrived in Ica. Having been told there is not much in this town we boarded a mototaxi to Huachachina, a desert oasis town surrounded by enormous sand dunes and basically a place where people come to ride sandboards and hoon around on dune buggies driven by either drunk or insane drivers. We arrived quite late so checked into our hostel which had a pool and then proceeded to have one or 2 drinks and a BBQ. Here we met up with Meabh and Carol again and also Sarah and Erica who had been up in Mancora with us. ALso for the first time we ran into Pat and Chloe from Australia who would end up ¨stalking¨us through Peru!!

The next day we eagerly awaited the afternoon so we could hoon around on a dune buggy and sandboard. The sandboarding was ok, but the buggy ride was one of the craziest things I have ever experienced. Roaring up massive sand dunes, and then 180 degree turns to end up going back down them. We also at one stage managed to get some air time... our driver I think was either drunk or on coke! Needless to say great fun!

Nazca

Had a quietish night and then the next day headed to Nazca to see the famous Nazca lines. We got up early in the morning and headed out to the airport and onto our 6 seater plane!! The flight lasted 45mins and involved crazy turns over massive pictures in the sand. My favorites were definitely the dog and the monkey and the spaceman. No one actually knows why these pictures were made but there are lots of theories. They are perfectly crafted shapes made in a time where there was no GPS, planes or anything really!

After Nazca we took an overnight bus to Arequipa....

Lima

Lima, Peru

The bus ride from Mancora to Lima was 18 hours! It was a long trip. We took one of the better bus companies in Peru which have reclining seats, a hostess who brings you dinner, drinks and breakfasts and lots of quality movies in spanish (think free willy 2). Before you get on most buses in Peru they film everyone on the bus in case of hijacking or crashing! Reassuring really!!! Needless to say we made it safely into Lima.

We actually stayed in Miraflores one of the ncier suburbs on the coast in one of the Loki hostels of which they have 3. They are clean and comfortable and have a good social scene. After chilling out for the day and exploring around Miraflores and its endless array of fast food restaurants we headed up to the bar and had a night out with some aussies and Irish. Many of who we would be seeing over the next few weeks, especially Meabh and Carol from Ireland.

We spent the next day sorting a few life things out and then in the evening headed to the fountain park.. This thing is one of the most random things I have ever seen. Basically in the middle of one of the driest areas of South America they have created a park of water fountains one of which is the tallest in the world. It is only open at night but extremely spectacular. I have never seen so many fountains in one place. Some of them go to music and lights while others are just interesting shapes like a pyramid. My favourite one would have to be maze fountain which many people attempted to make it to the middle of but many failed and got absolutely saturated.

The next day we went on a bike tour along the coast and into some of the more interesting suburbs around Miraflores and Barranco. This was quite good fun and an easy ride. We stopped for awesome ham sandwiches and some pisco drink on the way too. The guide I think really liked to drink as I think he also pointed out every bar on or near the bike ride. Taking some of his suggestions we ventured out that night to some of the bars around Barranco which was a good laugh but nothing special really.

Ele and I decided the next day to see the old town of Lima. This is full of beautiful old colonial buildings. A highlight for us was a visit to the San francisco monestary which has tombs in the bottom where thousands of people were buried. It also had a fantastic china town and central markets which we explored for a few hours.

After 5 days or so we decided to leave Lima and head south to the Desert to a place called Huachachina where we could go sandboarding.

Mancora, Peru

Mancora, Peru">

We left Cuenca early in the morning, well early for us. James and I had been up the night before drinking the local beverages and were not feeling 100%. The first part of the bus journey to Manchala was fairly uneventful, but so scenic. The road coarsed its way through many a mountain pass. I cant believe how spectacular the Andes are. Unfortunately James´ stomach did not agree with my thoughts and decided to get rid of his breakfast.

We boarded another bus which would take us over supposedly one of the most dodgy borders in South America. The bus dropped us at immigration on the Ecuador side and then drove off with our bags underneath... We were worried. Fortunately it came back and picked us up with our bags still underneath and took us through to Peru. After crossing this border we met so many people who tried to cross by themselves and ended up getting robbed by dodgy taxi drivers, given fake money by money changers and generally a whole lot of other dodgy stuff. The bus dropped us in Tumbres to the site of about 30 mototaxi drivers screaming for our business. After dealing with these dodgy clowns we eventualy made it to the collectivo station and caught a minibus with about 13 other locals to Mancora.

We stayed at the Point in Mancora and had about 5 days of relaxation, partying and surfing on the beach. The place was right on the beach a little way out of town. Here we met Justin and Brook from New Zealand who we shared a room with and the common hatred of drunken female london accents at 7am in the morning. Not really much more to say about this place, enjoyed being out on a surfboard a few times and really enjoyed the cebiche which is raw fish cooked with lemon and various other spices.

We said goodbye to Mancora and took an overnight bus to Lima

Ecuador Part 4 - Crazy Cuenca

We arrived in Cuenca and stayed in a place called El Cafecito. Ele and I keep getting offered the matrimonial sweet which is always funny. This place is a hostel but added on a cafe as an afterthought which is now very popular even with locals and makes very nice food. It is very strange coming out of your dorm with all your shower stuff to walk through some diners. Cuenca despite being a big city has small town feel to it and has a beautiful old town.

We ventured out to the museum with the man aim being to look at shrunken heads which are very cool. One of the Ecuadorian tribes used to take the heads of their enemies, sew up thier eyes and mouth, remove the skull and boil the head until it shrinks and use them as warnings to their enemies. Now they only do it to sloths.. so all you lazy people watch out!

The next day we headed out to some old Inca ruins about 2 hours away from Cuenca called Ingapirca. My first proper inca ruins, were set in a valley, which was primarily a farming community who still all dress in traditional clothes. The temple of the sun was the best preserved part and they also had a lot of old irrigation canals. After a lunch there we ventured back to the hostel.

Nights in cuenca are relatively quiet. Met a cool bunch of people at the hostel so we went out a few night to some local bars and also to a German Bar called the Wunderbar. Here we met James who decided to come along for the ride to Mancora in Peru which was our next destination.

Ecuador Part 3 - More Volcanos and Canyoning

Ele finally arrived in Quito so finally I could get the hell out of this city.. Given the fact she had come all the way from Australia we had to spend a few days here. The first night we met a couple of American guys who were staying in the hostel Adam and Jason from Oklahoma.. we ended up playing Poker that night and then headed up the volcano behind Quito on the Telegrafico which was a massive cable car. Ele was really feeling the effects of the altitude as basically it took you from 3800m up to 4100m. The views were spectacular and you could see the clouds rolling in. That afternoon we were in the old town and we got stuck in the middle of a referendum march.. Basically the Ecuadorians are voting for a new constitution which will give the president more power. Incidentally the election was held and about 78% of people voted SI!

The next day after a big night of Marco and cokes.. (ie. a lot of rum with a little bit of coke) in the hostel we headed off to Banos.. a town in a valley surrounded by a volcano called Tungurahua, which last erupted in 2006! The bus ride which we took with an ex-marine called Ryan, took 3 hours and involved navigating the Terminal Terrestre in Quito (notorious crime hotspot) and the bag slashers the plague the buses!! We managed to survive and ended up in probably one of the most chilled out towns in Ecuador.

Bus rides in Ecuador are one scary experience.. The buses hurtle through the Andes at breakneck speed stopping for people who are too lazy to walk to the bus stop and wait just out the front of their houses. There are people selling all sorts of crazy foods on the bus and the buses never stop for anything not even a toilet break!!

Banos was a very relaxing place full of nice bars, cafes and lots of adventure activities. It was a dry weekend in Ecuador due to the election so most of the bars were closed and the only real option was drinking on our hostels roof terrace. Lucky I had my litre of rum imported from cuba! Highlights of Banos were definitely the Canyoning/Repelling which culminated in a repel down a 30m waterfall. We also hired a dune buggy and headed out of town to see some of the waterfalls nearby. This was great fun and a hint when entering tunnels is you should take your sunglasses off.. I was blaming the buggies lights! We then shot over a canyon on a cable car which looked like it could fall at any minute.

After Banos it was off to Cuenca... another bladder expanding and hair-raising journey although spectacular nonetheless.

Ecuador Part 2

After meeting up with my fellow climbing mates, team Ireland of which I became a surrogate member in the morning we headed out to get kitted up and put on our fancy pants, jackets, boots and spikey things for our trek up Cotopaxi. After trying on our thrilling clothes the guys accompanied me to the police station where I think my report was number 400 and something for that month... You could tell the guy loved his job. After a spot of trivia in the evening we headed off to bed sort of early..

We met up with team America in the morning where we all got our gear and loaded ourselves into a van... The irish guys had managed to score a flag from the Irish pub and I think they wanted to claim Cotopaxi for themselves. We set off for a ¨short¨acclimatisation walk which involved getting a quater of the way up a mountain and then getting absolutely pummeled by gigantic hailstones.. we retreated back down the mountain and in another sign of why we should not be doing this.. parts of my shoes melted on the fire when they were drying much to the amusement of the Ecuadorian man who was in fits of hysterics.

It was off to bed early in the freezing cold hut. The next morning we took a car to the Volcano car park and ascended to the refuge where we would begin our journey at midnight the next night. After a freak snowstorm (3rd sign) we headed out to the glacier for some practice with our spikes and ice picks. The most fun by far was practicing to fall and stop yourself with the icepick.

After an early dinner everyone was seeming to feel the effects of the altitude (4900m the refuge was at) and we all went to bed in our oxygen deprived room. If I covered my head to keep out the cold I couldn´t breath.. so I had to leave a breathing hole in the top of my sleeping bag. We were up again at midnight and started our trek up the glacier to the volcano´s summit. I have never done anything more difficult in my life. My feet felt like they were attached to concrete, my lungs couldn´t get enough air in them despite the fact we were going at a snails pace. The views down into far off Quito and the stars were amazing though. Finally at 5400m and trying to walk for 100m or so with severe nausea and dizziness I decided enough was enough and had to quit... beaten by the altitude but amazing nonetheless. All in all team america all made it up and Ro, one of the irish guys flew our flag for us.

We headed back down and back to Quito for a day of rest and turkish baths before hitting the Irish bar and getting a whole lot of free drinks... We had very sore heads the next day.

Ecuador Part 1

I arrived in Quito after surving 2 hurricanes and a lot of terrible Cuban food. It was sad to say goodbye to Tristan and Harm who I had been travelling with in Cuba but exciting to start a new adventure in South America.
At first glance Quito, which sits at 2800m seems like a tranquil town, surroundded by about 4 volcanos which could come alive again at any moment and with even has a quaint old town. I stayed in the old town in a hostel called the secret garden which had a terrace on its 5th floor which overlooked the entire city and had views into the mountains beyond. At night QUito actually twinkles like stars from there.

The one thing I wasnt prepared for was how cold it was and the altitude... coming from 35 degree weather with stupid humidity to 5-20 degree days to cold weather was tough.. and actually walking even on a steep incline made me breathless!

My first day in Quito, myself and 2 english girls ventured out to the centre of the Earth.. At this point where the ecuator passes through ecuador there is an officical monument which is actually not in the centre and an unofficial museum which was apparently calculated though GPS. The unofficial museum is an awesome laugh! You can see water spinning different ways on either side of the ecuator and stright down when it is on the ecuator.. Apparently you weigh less here and you are less strong!!! I also got to shoot a blow dart and saw my first shrunked head.

On the way back we jumped on a trolley bus... On the bus 2 ladies quickly jumped in front of me and a man squeezed on at the last minute and pushed me right into them. One fo the ladies was going for my wallet and I caught her.. but the other one in the meantime had slashed my pocket with a knife and when they got off made there merry way with my camera. Upon getting back to the hostel and travelling through Ecuador I think about 75% of people have had things stolen, been mugged, attempted robings etc.. in Quito.. It is crazy, even the locals put their jewelery in their mouth when they ride the trolley bus and go in a taxi they trust to get out money.. INSANE!

I decided to get out of the city as I was waiting for ele to turn up.. In one of my brightest moves ever decided that climbing a volcano which soared 5897m into the sky and involved hiking on a glacier would be the ultimate challenge.....

Cuba Part 1

I arrived in Cuba much later than I had anticipated. My plane was delayed as they had to do some repairs to the plane. Given that about a week ago a plane had crashed on take off killing nearly everyone at Madrid airport, I am glad for the delay! After touching down in Cuba, I was hit by a wall of tropical heat that I had not experience in all of European summer. I got into a cab and headed to my accomodation which was a casa particulara in Vedado a suburb of Havana. On the way there were many signs with Fidel, Che and many other revolutionary slogans. Also I noticed all the old cars on the road.. I was in Cuba!

A casa is basically someones house where they are able to rent out rooms to tourists. The family I stayed with were lovely and very welcoming. The nanas breakfasts in the morning were awesome. On my first morning in Cuba, the winds were up and stuff was banging on the roof. It was pouring rain!! It was hurricane Gustav... how did I not know a hurricane was about to hit Cuba and that it was hurricane season. The power went out at about 2pm and didnt come on until the next day. I took a look out the front door once, to see clouds racing across the sky, tree trunks being blown down the street and pounding rain!

Given my previous few days I had a very early night and caught up on most of my sleep. The next day the sun was out and the clean up process had begun. Havana did not fair too badly but some other parts of the country, particularly to the west did not fare as well. Havana was not as backwards as I though it was going to be. My first day I spent wandering the streets, listening to music on hotel terraces and taking in my first mojito. There is a lot of friendly harrassment here, be it cigars, women, handicrafts.. just about anything but it was all in good spirit if you dealt with it the right way.

A highlight of my time in Havana was definitely a visit to the Revolution museum which went through how Fidel, Che and their gang proceeded to take over Cuba in a revolutionary war which saw then end of the puppet American government and the beginning of a Cuba that would determine its own path. I think initially they had good intentions with a strong social reform program especially in education and health, which even today is still very good. Be it right or wrong they sided with the communists and so began the trade embargos with the west especially America which was once its biggest export market. After the fall of the soviet union there was a special period of severe poverty in cuba and things were grim as there was little or no income. Nowadays things are better with tourism being the main money spinner but they also export pharmaceuticals and doctors to other countries in exchange for goods.

This environment makes Cuba the living museum it is today. One thing I couldnt get over were all the old cars, shops with little in them, food stamps and street side stalls which were there one day but not the next because they couldnt get the ingredients they needed to make what they were selling. The food in cuba was another interesting affair. It was so hit and miss, one day you could be eating a really nice rice and chicken meal and the next a dirty cheap pizza which has strange tasting salty cheese on it and something that may or may not resemble ham. The food in the casas where we stayed was generally the best though.

The other really odd thing about Cuba is the dual currency system. Everything that has to do with tourism is in convertible pesos which is the equivalent to 1 USD or around. The other currency and much of what the locals use is the National Peso. Generally you could get by quite cheaply eating at national peso places or basically where the locals ate and finding peso stores but they tended to not have much in them.

In Havana I met Anna (from Germany but originally Ukrainian) and Harold (from Austria) we decided to head out of Havana and made our way to Trinidad. The bus ride here was amazing, valleys, mountains and a bus whose aircon was set to 4 degrees!! I think most people in the bus had everything warm in their bags on which is crazy when you think outside it is 3 degrees with some crazy humidity. Trinidad was a far cry from Havana with quiet cobblestoned streets, old churches and great music. On our first night there we headed to the Casa de la Trova and saw a multitude of salsa bands, traditional music, dancing and many other things. This was an awesome location for a bar. Situated at the bottom of the old steps in town, people would sit on tables outside and on the steps and listen to some top quality music. There were also some amazing salsa dances who strutted their stuff in between the acts.. I wish I could dance like that! This night we also met Tristan (AUS) and Harm (Dutch).

The next day we went out into the countryside horseriding. It was some of the best riding I have ever done. I think I worked my horse way too hard though. We went across mountain passes (small ones anyway), into the fields below, across rivers and then into the rain forest to a waterfall where we went swimming. One tip for everyone wanting to ride a horse.. do not wear shorts!! I had a free wax as well as a horse ride!! That night we went and sat on the roof terrace of Tristan and Harm´s casa, watched the sunset, drank some rum, smoked some cigars and then ate 10cent hamburgers. We made a crazy plan to leave the next day and to only take local transport to Camaguey.

The next morning leaving Harold behind, Anna and I met Harm and Tristan and began our epic journey across the countryside. Our first transport was an old chevrolet in almost perfect condition probably from the 50s. It took us an hour down the road to the local bus station. Bus travel that is not on the expensive buses is not allowed for tourists in Cuba. After waiting for over an hour, we managed to wangle our way onto a Truck-bus, , this is a truck which has what looks like a train carriage attached to it and crams as many people into the back of it. This only took us a short distance and after that we managed to get 2 cars which eventually took us to Camaguey. The whole way in the last car the guy was saying how much trouble he would be in if the police caught him.. his risk anyway. This car looked like it could fall apart at any moment and had so much body filler I dont think it had anymore metal in it at all!

Cuba Part 2

Spain

Spain

Spain has to be one of my favortie places I have travelled to on this trip. I had an absolute ball here. The food, fiestas and cultural stuff are out of this world. I landed in Gerona in desperate need of some sleep and nursing a killer hangover from Budapest. Immediately I got on a bus to Barcelona and headed to my hostel for a good nights sleep.

The next day headed out to see some of the city. Barcelona is beautiful. So many little alleys and good cafes and awesome museums. The highlight of my first day was definitely the Picasso museum. I just couldn´t believe how many amazing paintings were in one museum. After a day of wandering I headed back to the hostel and met Kimo (finland), Bart (Poland) and James (US) and we headed out to the Gracia festival. Words cannot describe how crazy this was!! It all started quite tame with us just wandering the decorated streets of the suburb Gracia in Barcelona. The streets all had different themes with my favorite being a Mexican wrestling theme. We eventually stopped for a few drinks and to listen to a band playing when suddenly we heard drumming and fireworks coming from the distance and then we were surrounded by a precession of drummers, devils who were carrying sticks of fireworks and putting crackers under our feet and flame spurting dragons. It all culminated in a central square where everyone in the precession ended up lighting their fireworks leaving the crowd running for cover. We partied late into the night in the square where they had a live band playing.




The next day I took a open top bus tour around the town and also saw the Gaudi apartment museum. This had some of the most amazing architecture I have ever seen. Went out again the next night to a flamenco show and then to some tapas bars for food and drink.. Love it!
My final day in Barcelona I spent seeing the modern art museums which were mind blowing and finally a visit to the Art muesum of Barcelona which sits in an old palace on the top of a hill near the old olympic stadium.

I said goodbye to my new friends and a city I definitely want to go back to and headed across the country to San Sebastian. A lazy beachside town with a good surf beach and lots of tapas bars. These tapas are amazing. For 1-2 euro you can gorge yourself on delicious seafood and other spanish specialties.

Here I met another Aussie, Victoria and we went to see the Guggenheim museum in Bilbao just down the road. Being a modern art fan, I was not disappointed. This place was stunning from the building itself to the exhibitions inside. I do not think that any modern art museum will compare with this again.

After a few days here we headed to Madrid for a quick look around. My first night there I managed to catch Real Madrid and Sporting Lisbon (Portugese). It was an awesome game with a final score of 6-4.. gotta love a high scoring football match! I have never been to a football game with so much noise. Just watching the crowd was entertaining enough.



The next day we did a walking tour of central madrid where we met Dan who told us about a bull fight that was on in a nearby suburb of madrid called San Sebastian de los Reyes. So we rushed home and then caught a train out to see this bullfight. It turned out to be another fiesta! My first impression of a bull fight was how one sided and brutal it was. First of all they cut the bulls neck so when it runs out it is very angry, then about 5 or 6 matadors tease it for 5 to 10 minutes or so. The to a fanfare of the band out come men on horses with lots of armour. The men have big long pointy sticks which they jam into the bull when it charges into the horse. Then out come the picadillos who run at the bulls and jump out of the way whilst at the same time jamming 2 spikes into them. If they miss they do it again. The out comes the grand matador initially with his pink cape. This is the most graceful part of the bullfight and most even. Finally the red cape comes out and the sword which eventually is plunged into one the bulls lungs before he dies. The bull is then dragged out to the cheers of everyone, bands playing and flowers and hats being thrown at the matador. I saw 6 bulls die, after a while you get used to the cruelty and actually get caught up in the crowds excitement. It is definitely blood thirsty and probably something I would not want to see again but on the other hand it is ingrained in Spanish culture, in art, in literature and is a revered skill there so who are we to judge. The bulls are then sent to be roasted!!

That night the small suburb was alive. Dan and I stayed on while the others went home. We ended up partying the night away in a massive street party. Here we met Raquel and her friends who took us around all night, drank lots of sangria with and generally danced the night away. The next morning they had a running of the bulls, which I couldn´t do as I had my thongs on. Dan did it and managed to get a few scrapes by bulls. He didnt make it into the stadium unfortunately. We made out way back to madrid where I had to check out of the hostel. I slept on the couch there until my flight to Cuba in the afternoon. I will be back!

Budapest again

After an overnight train Jason and I arrived in Budapest looking forward to seeing the Killers and some other bands at Sziget festival the next day. It was also going to be my 30th.. so was going to be big. I checked back into Carpe noctem, the place I stayed at before with the lovely Suzi and Ian. Did a little bit of site-seeing and then went out for Thai and to a few bars with the Aussies from Romania and some others from the hostel. The town was so quiet as everyone was at Szieget.

Szieget is a 6 day music and cultural festival which is held on an island in the middle of the Danube river in a suburb just outside of downtown Budapest. It has everything you could think of including music, theatre, clubs, food, classes.. crazy!! We made our way out to Sizeget on Sunday just in time to see the Wombats and take in our first beers for the day. They went off especially given their time slot. We then saw Pete Doherty and the Baby Shambles... he is a toss!! Went exploring for a while and saw a few other bands but then made it back to the main stage for the main event. THE KILLERS!! They absolutely went off. One of the best shows that I have seen. I had no voice left for a few days after that. After the killers we saw Jose Gonzalez and then went to some of the night clubs.. Got home at about 5am.. Fantastic way to spend my birthday.

The next night went out to Morrisons for my actual birthday for some karoke and dancing.. Big night got home and then an hour later had to catch 3 trains to get to Graz in Austria for my flight to Spain. I made it!

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Romania - Home of the Gypsy and the search for Dracula

After arriving in Bucharest I took one look outside this feral dog ravaged city and decided to take a train to Brasov instead! Jason decided to stay and meet me the next day in Brasov. Apparently the dog problem started when the country was taken over by the communists and everyone had to move into soviet block high rise apartments, having no room for their dogs they let them out onto the streets to breed like crazy.

Brasov is in Transylvannia which as everyone knows is home to Dracula. The real dracula or who he is based on was a ruthless leader named Vlad the impaler. The dracula in the book was a figment of the authors imagination but from the old creepy buildings, the forests containing bears which surround some of these towns and all the old castles and churches which dot the landscape you can see where her inspiration came from.

Brasov is a picturesque town in the mountains of Romania. Surrounded by hills and with a big hollywood type sign on the mountain it had plenty to see. I checked into the Rolling Stone hostel which was ran by this completely insane Romanian lady who had no idea what she was doing. She put me in a room with 18 other people!!! Nuts, you could spoon the people you were sleeping next to. I met up with some guys from Varna and we took the cable car up the hill as we were warned there might be bears if we walked up the hill and they are prone to eating humans apparently. The view over the town and the surrounding coutryside was spectacular, risking a bear attack we walked down the mountain but didnt see any bears. Caught up with the aussie guys from the train and had a few drinks in town here tonight.

The next day Jason turned up and we headed out to Bran castle, Vlad supposedly lived here once! The castle was a fairytale castle on a hilltop, with secret passages, decorated rooms and an awesome courtyard. More impressive was Rasnov which had a fortress set on a hill with old bones buried in the dungeon, a cage that could fit a whole human in it which hung from the city walls and a rack.. Very cool!

The next day we headed up to Sighisoara, in a collective van with everyones stuff piled high in side and hardly any leg room. Here we we met Phil from england and linda and Mike the disney song singing brother and sister act. We decided to hire a car and explore the countryside. Driving in Romania is quite an experience. Cars overtake on blind corners, horse and carts driven by crazy gypsies come out onto the road at a drop of a hat and basically the bigger you are the more bullying you can do! We took the car out to a thermal salt lake deep in the mountains. This was beautiful.. So salty though. Unfortunately I may have left the cars lights on and when we got back to the car the battery was flat and we were a good 2 hours from home. We managed to flag down some Romanian electricians who were kind enough to give us a jump start.

The next day we went around off the main roads to small farming villages many of which had old fortified churches in various states of disrepair. They were so cool! That afternoon we went up to look at the old town of Sighisoara which sits on a hill overlooking the new town below. This is the place where allegedly Vlad was born. At the top of the hill sits a creepy cemetary and old church. At sunset you already wanna start running as dracula could come out at any stage!!

Unfortunately I didnt find any vampires here.. but had a ball. It is definitely a country that I would love to come back to one day and see more of. Jason and I then boarded a night train to Budapest and Sziget!!!

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