As I settle into the passenger seat of the taxi and reach for the seatbelt, I find none there. “No problem” says the driver as he accelerates down the road, deftly weaving in and out of slower moving traffic. So, the stories I’ve read about Romanian drivers are not exaggerated, it turns out. The ride … Continue reading Brasov is a Real Looker.
As the train rumbles across the Romanian countryside, the attendant comes by and punches my ticket. He starts to hand it back to me, before pulling it back and taking a closer look at it. He has a concerned look about him. “Sinaia?” I sheepishly inquire, referring to my intended destination. “Nooooo!” He shouts, throwing his hands … Continue reading Lost in Transylvania