Hells Yeah, I Have Pictures

This is going to be all higglety pigglety because I can't seem to move any of these pictures and I've already been on this computer for over an hour and I'm done. I tell you I'm DONE.

Currently, I am in Cluj Napoca after what has been a trying/wonderful/frustrating/okay couple of days. Here we go...try to follow along with the jumping around and such:

This is me in a stairwell of Corvin Castle in the small town of Hunedoara. This is yesterday (2/16).

Though a perfect BITCH to get to and surrounded by burned out nuclear plants and such...it is an amazing castle built in the 1400s and it very well could've FALLEN out of Brahm Stoker's novel...if castles could fall out of novels. Here is Kansas in ANOTHER winding stairwell of Corvin Castle (of Castelul Corvinol). Almost the whole castle was open to the public and we did everything short of scaling the walls. But I might've tried it if my hands weren't frozen blocks of icy frozenness. Romania in February...I'm an idiot.We have yet to find anyone around that would be willing to take our picture in front of things, so we've just been doing it ourselves. Hence the "reeeeallly close to the camera" look that involves cutting off my lower jaw (which is good since it hides my giant travel zit). Look at that castle in the background. Is that fucking awesome or what? It's on a cliffside an everything. There's even a moat.

Did you hear me? I said a moat!

"Who gives a damn about a moat?" you say. Go ahead and scoff if you like...but it's an essential portion of any castle experience. I've seen my fair share of castles. But I don't recall any actual moats. I've seen dry paths and places where moats used to be...but never an actual water-filled moat. So shut up.

The night before was a bastard of a night. We left Sibiu around 5 and took a train to what we thought would be the closest town to Corvin Castle that would have a hotel. That would be Deva. So we went there. Well, sort of...the train stopped three minutes before it was scheduled to arrive at the station. We looked outside and couldn't see any signs and people were getting off left and right, so we got off too. As soon as the train started moving, we knew we got off at the wrong station. Thankfully we found a taxi to take us on to our destination, feeling like idiots the entire way.

On top of that, we couldn't find a frigging hotel. Let me tell you, there's nothing like wandering around at 10:00 o'clock at night in a strange and fugly city carrying 50 lbs of who the fuck knows what on your back and no hotel in sight.

We eventually found one...and our room looked like this:I couldn't tell you what era this was supposed to be from, but the bathroom door didn't close, there was hair all over the place, the "blanket" was goldenrod and there was no hot water coming from the sink.

But at least it had cable.

So...a little touristy advice. Don't go to Deva. Ever. Not ever.Rewind to that afternoon (2/15), when we were still in Sibiu. This is a door in Sibiu. A quaint little town with very germanic architecture where we were attacked with snow.

This is us waiting at the bus stop. Or rather, we're waiting at the bus stop with these people. I love that woman's hat on the left. Lots of women were these ginormous fur hats. It's so...unethical.

Anway, we're on our way out to the open air Astra museum, which the dude at the hostel ASSURED me was open.

So we took the bus out there. It dropped us in what looked like the middle of nowhere. We walked the grounds, it started snowing. We thought "hey, this might be pretty in the snow".

But it was CLOSED! Assholes. So we had to start walking til we could find a bus stop, having no idea when or if a bus would come. Here's Kansas waiting.The bus stop was by a cemetary, so I went in to take some pictures. Here it looks all calm and serene. And that's when the snow began attacking us. It was falling so fast, it was up to the tops of our shoes by the time we got on a tram. That serene cemetery was completely white when I left it.

We got back to the city (Sibiu) and warmed our toesies with a little coffee and sustinence and then went out and took a shitload of pictures...most of which refused to be copied onto this computer. Assholes.

See Kansas over there waving? Yep, that's him. There's a similar one of me in a square looking ever so slightly chilled...but it wouldn't copy over. Because it's stupid.Anway, I think you get the idea. Tomorrow is our last day in Romania. I've just made our reservations for Budapest and we'll have a couple days there gorging ourselves on foodstuffs covered in paprika. Because that's what a good tourist does.

I guess then it will be goodbye to the elegant Romanian trains without working bathrooms. Alas.

Now I must go make myself horizontal for a while. You can't even imagine the amount of goulash I stuffed into my person this eventide. But it wasn't my fault. It had potato dumplings. They had to know I'm defenseless against starches. Assholes.

I don't know how much more I'll be able to update in the next week. You might have to wait for the rest til I get back. I'll definitely post more Bran Castle pics, etc. then. I know, you're sad...but go eat a pint of Hagen Daas and get over it.

As for your blogs...I'm horribly behind. I've barely been able to read any. I promise to sit my jetlagged ass on a couch for a good full evening and catch up weekend after next. So this means that you better not write any half-assed crap so's you don't waste my time. It's valuable, you know.

Out.