Dracula Was Totally Born Here

You can see through the money here!

Sighisoara - birthplace of Vlad Tepes and quaint midieval hamlet extraordinaire. I'm in the internet cafe located in the basement bar of my hostel. And by basement, I mean this place looks like a brick bomb shelter...with WiFi. We've been here a day and a half, and without a car, there's not much else to see but the city itself. After Brasov, one really needs a car to see all this country has to offer. I guess that should be our biggest lesson next to "stop buying 2nd class train tickets because it puts you in coaches with fat, smelly Romanian men with no teeth who eat grey sausages and stare at you".

That being said, this place is beautiful...despite it's lack of a laundromat. We've climbed parapets and stairwells from 16somethingorother and ancient clocktowers that still function as well as they did the day they were made...by pixies...in the magical forest. Poor Kansas...he's probably never walked so much in his life. I'm being a bit of a slave driver...though beer is proving to be a glorious mid-afternoon power boost. I highly recommend it to athletes and people with jobs requiring more movement than going to pick up what's on the printer. They have great beer here. I think we've tried most of it by now. At least it feels like we have.

I thought I'd be having to physically hold myself back from buying one cheesy Dracula-related piece of touristy crap after another...but really, as far as such things are concerned, I've been disappointed. They're not marketing the kitsch possibilities here to the extent that they could and it saddens me. Is that wrong? Perhaps. But I'm here and you're not, so suck it.

Ok, this is the portion of the program where I try to upload some pictures.

You can't really tell, but that cart has a license plate. Awesome.

Kansas really excited to be next to the head of Vlad Tepes. No, that's not his real head. What's wrong with you people?

Lunch yesterday. That thing over there on the left is a meat wad. Actually, it has a better name, but I can't think of it. Polenta seems to be the side dish of choice. Not sure why. Haven't asked.

The bar/internet cafe where I'm sitting here typing this.

Me eating some sort of cheese bread thing waiting for the train. This was before we knew we'd be sitting next to the oogiest men ever. I look so

I really really wanted to go into this cemetery...but no matter how longingly I looked into it, no one came to let me in. Jerks.

K, this is all I have time for...it took too freaking long as it is. We're off to do more crap. Today's the first day the sun hasn't tried to shine my face right off, so I don't want to waste it. Not that was a complaint. I love sun. I'm just not used to it.

Out.