Lost in Transylvania

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