Brasov ! The crown on Transilvanian towns.
And a different town from what we have seen sofar of Central and Eastern Europe, but then Romania is at all different.
Most remarkable is the Romanian language, which has its origins in Latin, thus it sounds more familiar to us than the Slavic and Hungarian we heard the week before.
When we rode to our hotel, it looked (in our eyes) like we were thrown back in time 50 years, all the wiring from lamppost to lamppost to...., the poor state of the pavement, the (literally) backdoor streets.

Once we had a decent breakfast (boeuf Stroganoff) after that night on the train we were feeling more adjusted, and ready for it.
And we have to admit: This town has character !
Beautiful tiled rooftops, which looked like the tiled roofs I saw in an Roman Empire section of a historical themepark. I guess Romania honoured the name, still ancient Roman influences, which survived all those centuries.
Temperature was higher as what we are used to as well, another thing which made me think of those ancient Romans, after all they came from what we know know as Italy, which for us is way south thus warmer.
Today was 38 Celsius in the afternoon, and the kids as well as we were on a low activity level. We, the adults, wanted to see the famous black church, but the kids were not cooperative, so we went looking for a nice place in a shady street and ordered bowls with ice cream to cool down a little.

OK, those night trains are a nice way to travel at night, while you sleep, but it is not a decent sleep from which you wake up relaxed :) So, we as well as the kids had a bit of trouble going around.
We had a date with a friend to have dinner in town at 6.30 so we went back to our pension to fresh up a little before they were picking us up. We drove to the center again, walked around a bit to find a nice restaurant, while in the meantime they showed us the places of interest. I was amazed by the way the restaurants were organized. We, as the tourist we are, would go sit straight at the tables; but actually when you enter the restaurant further there are more seats, and if you go along, there are even more seats, all different sections of the same restaurant.
Another thing shich was remarkable in our eyes was the fact you don't have to order a main course, or a starter. If you want just soup, it is okay, or if it is a dessert you want, it is just the same. Plates are loaded, which is (fortunately) mentioned on the menu. We told the waiter our kids could not eat 10 cevapcici sausages each, and he instantly understood the problem, he came with 1 order and 2 plates for the kids.
I like this experience, Romania made quite an impression on me with their outdoor eating habits, and the quality of the food was pretty good as well.

After dinner our hosts were willing to take us up to Count Dracula's castle at Bran, but although it was not that late, it would be after the trip, and we could not do that to the kids, they would be too tired. So, we will save that for a next visit, giving us a reason to return to Transylvania one day :)
Instead of going out of town we drove back to our pension.

The Kismet Dao is not for everyone. It can be loud, but that's because people are having fun! The staff don't just work there, they are a big part of the activity that made it a great place to stay. Poker games, barbecues, palinka-fueled dance parties in the basement! We had so much fun with the staff and "permanent residents" that we altered our travel plans a bit to return the next week to attend a festival with them. The front desk will set up day trips to Bran Castle, Peles Castle, and Rasnov Fortress for a better price than you'll find elsewhere in town, and it is definitely a great way to spend a day in Romania. The kitchen appeared fully functional as I saw others creating what seemed to be 5-course meals in there a couple times.

Still sore from yesterday’s bike ride I got up early, packed my gear and made the short down hill (thankfully) walk to Sibiu’s train station.  Along the way I took some final pics of Piata Mica and Piata Mare and the picturesque cobblestone streets and the Saxon houses with their steep tiled houses.  Sibiu was a great little town and I enjoyed my time there, but I was also ready to get the show on the road and see some more of Transylvania.

With little difficulty I boarded the train and settled into my seat for the four hour ride up into the Carpathian Mountains to Brasov.  The train was one of the nicest I’d been on in a long time.  It was brand new and “shiny”!  The train had big comfortable seats set in a large open compartment (more like a commuter train) and all along the car were large windows providing beautiful views of the Transylvanian countryside.  The view was nice, the comfortable seats were nice, the fact my seat wasn’t falling apart was nice but mostly I was happy not to be crammed like a sardine into one of the airless six person cubicles where I would have inevitable sat amongst five aged Romanians (at least 95 years plus) who would have stared at me the entire trip like I was some space alien (not fun). 

As the train rolled through Romania I got a great view of the countryside.  As we rose in elevation the landscape changed from long flat river valleys to forested mountains and then to cleared mountain land where cattle and other livestock were grazing next to the farms.  All the while in the distance there were mountains…sometimes big, sometimes small.  Along the route the train stopped in many small Transylvanian towns were horses and carts were as frequently seen as cars and where dirt roads crisscrossed through streets with small wooden dwellings.  These towns seemed to be holding the line against the advances of the 21^st century, a last line of defense clinging to Romania’s rural peasant culture. 

At these small stops the most common passenger to board train were aged Romanians garbed traditional clothing.  The traditional dress and aged wear on the faces and bodies of these small town Romanians contrasted sharply with the beautiful new and modern train rolling through their villages.  It was one of those moments where the old Romania ran smack into the new world of Romania and I could clearly see that often times there is very little transition ground between the two worlds.

After about four hours the train pulled in Brasov.  Brasov is one of the biggest cities in the country (the 7^th largest I think…Romanians out there please correct me if I got that wrong).  It’s nestled in a valley with the southern Carpathians rising all around.  Brasov is considered by many to be the main gateway to Transylvania and the city sports a lovely central square with some great Gothic churches looming above, especially the “Black Church.”  On the less beautiful and tackier side of things the great leaders of Brasov decided to erect a massive Hollywoodesq “Brasov” sign on the side of the mountain overlooking the city.  It’s a rather odd thing to see and really doesn’t fit, but it’s unique and I guess it is part of Brasov’s charm.  The city is quite lovely in the center and not unpleasant outside the center but it definitely feels like a city with a lot of hustle and bustle of people and cars, something the more laid back Sibiu lacked. 

Jumping off the train and in great mood I threw my pack over my shoulders and resigned myself to finding my hostel on foot.  I didn’t want to pay for a taxi, I strongly dislike busses (it’s a long story) and how far could it be I thought…I mean seriously!  Sure, the train station wasn’t on the map I had (too far out from the center) but how far could it really be and how complicated could it be to find the center?  Yeah…in hindsight I can see my plan wasn’t particularly well thought out and baseless assumptions about how close the train station was to the center were…well…ummm…baseless and a bit foolish…but live and learn and I really don’t like busses (again long explanation). 

I launched into Brasov on foot toting my 20 kilo pack.  I stopped along now and then to ask people how to get to the center.  Unfortunately, no one I stopped spoke English.  A few people seemed to understand and pointed me into what seemed the right direction.  Feeling emboldened with finger pointing and instructions in Romanian I followed their guidance.  I passed through a park, under the streets via tunnels, across broad boulevards until I came to a large street with a bus station.  I recognized the street from my map (though this part wasn’t actually shown on the map) and there was a larger map in the bus station!  Ahha, just a matter of time for me to get my bearings!  I studied the bus station map and my map and I decide to head to my left.

I trudge along the street and I trudge along some more and then I stopped…it had been 20 minutes I should have arrived in the center of Brasov by now, well maybe not the center but I should have at least found my way onto the map.  Hmmm….concerning!  There’s another bus stop ahead so I make my way there consult the maps again.  I realized I was on the right street but I’d been walking in the wrong direction, ugh!  Ok, so I turn around and start trudging the other way.  I trudge along, and along and along annnnnnnd along until finally about 50 minutes later (much longer then expected) I reach a spot shown on my Lonely Planet map.  Yeah, I’ve succeeded…but oh, wait, oh no…my hostel is on the far side of the map.  But still I hate busses, so I keep going, plus this gives me the unique experience of snapping pictures of central Brasov while carrying a 20k pack…bet you can’t say you ever did that.J  Finally after wandering through the city for about 2 hours I finally find Democratie Street and Kismet Dao Villa Hostel.

I’m covered in sweat, tired but happy to be at the hostel.  As I check in the super friendly girl at the registration desk informs me that I get a free drink for each night I have a room at the hostel.  “Oh, really,” I say, “and what kind of drink can I have.” Anything I want it turns out so I grab a half liter of beer and a bottle of water (using up two days in one shot).  I down them both in moments flat and feel oh soooo much better J. 

Let me quickly diverge from the days events to say: Kismet Dao is a great hostel and I can’t recommend it enough.  It is clean, inexpensive and has a friendly staff.  More importantly it has a certain vibe that all good hostels have.  An open vibe that encourages introductions and discussions…the free beer helps of course, as does the open kitchen, balcony and living room where it is easy approach people and enter into conversations. 

Back to my day…I’m swigging my beer in one of Kismet Dao’s common rooms when I meet Rob an American guy from Virginia, Sara a Dutch girl and a couple of Australians Pip and Oz.  We were all interested in castling in the surrounding areas so we put our heads together and decided we could all do it on our own as a group if we rented a car.  After about 10 minutes of discussion and help from the hostel staff we locate a rental agency and we head off to pick up the car.  I’ve volunteered to drive, which is extremely exciting to me since I haven’t done it in over 6 months…and now I’ll be doing it on mountain roads…too fun! 

We pick up the car without any problems and then we begin heading back to the hostel…believe it or not we get lost (big shocker I know).  Instead of ending up at our hostel we find ourselves winding up the side of a mountain.  As we’re looking for a place to turn around we spot a large white tower on the edge of the mountain (little did we know but this was actually the famed “White Tower” of Brasov, a tourist attraction).  From the tower we got a great panoramic of Brasov, including the giant Brasov sign.  Far below where we stood the Brasov spread out before us with wisps of fog coming down from the mountain and beginning to fill the streets. It was a beautifully eerie sight made all the more interesting by the long shadows the departing sun caste over the city.  I really felt like I was in Transylvania standing on the edge of a mountain beneath a tower with the sun setting and the fog rolling in…all I needed was a flock of bats to fly by or perhaps a wolf’s howl and the scene would have been perfect for horror flick.  Alas, with no wolves and no bats and our cameras full of pictures we departed for the hostel and made it without incident (that is if you don’t count the several traffic laws I violated as incidents). 

At the hostel we ran into a bunch of other guys and girls all ready to grab food and get their drink on.  It was a Thursday night so there seemed to be some potential for some good night life.  We (we being about everyone staying at the hostel that night…probably at least 30 people) started the night at an English style pub.  We filled the joint and spent the next three hours (from about 9pm till midnight) talking up a storm and laughing about this or that.  Around midnight a group of us, probably down to 15 at this point decided we needed to find a club.  We got recommendation from the bar for a club at the far northern end of Str. Republicii.  We massed down towards the club like a bunch of freshman searching for a party at their first week of college.  After a bit of searching we found the club, paid the cover and descended into the basement like interior.

The club was huge, but deserted.  There was a massive bar on the right side and booths encircling the cavernous walls.  In the center of the room there was a raised platform with couches.  There was a small dance floor in the front of the room, which was empty except for one guy standing on a huge speaker go-go dancing (not a paid go-go guy, just some drunk dude).  So there we were cover paid and in about the saddest club on the face of the earth.  To make the atmosphere even more depressing the club walls were covered with plasma TV’s broadcasting videos of Club Pasha in Ibiza…yeah…like we need any reminder’s of what a real dance club looks like.  Still we’d paid the cover so we grabbed beers and settled on the couches in the middle of the room. 

Around us in the booths sat a smattering of locals all intent on their drinks and whatever conversations they were able to have over the boom of techno music (just because a club is empty doesn’t mean they turn down the music).  Eventually, some of our group got up and danced…mostly those in the process of hooking up.  I had my one beer and I decided it was time to bolt…the lack of fun couldn’t justify my not getting sleep.  I got up with this really nice Mexican guy (whose name I have sadly forgotten) and we headed out of the club. 

As we exited we ran straight into Rob and Sandor.  Sandor is this great Dutch guy.  The two of them were headed into the club but turned around when we advised them otherwise.  Rob, had more then a few beers in him, and he would not be stopped in his pursuit of evening fun by one bad club.  He convinced Sandor and me to follow him in search of more fun (the Mexican guy had enough sense to go home).  The three of us (Rob, Sandor and I) hiked back down St. Republicii and along the way Rob would stop and talk to every girl we passed…didn’t matter if she had a guy with her, how old she was and even in one case it didn’t matter that the girl was really a guy with long hair Rob mistook for a girl (that was particularly funny).  Sandor and I would stand on the side cracking up while we let Rob work his mojo.  He wasn’t being inappropriate, just asking where the parties were…well it turns out there weren’t too many parties going on that night.

Finally, Rob stops a group of drunk and stoned teenagers who decide they like us.  They point us in the direction of a party and begin following us down the street…they quickly lost ground as they couldn’t walk very fast in their condition.  As we walked towards the party we ran into two girls walking in the other direction.  With the help of our stoned Romanian high schoolers, who not only vouched for us but said we were the coolest people ever, Rob convinced the girls (Becky and Courtney) to join us at the party.  It was actually quite funny watching how excited and animated these high schoolers were in describing how well they knew us and how great we were and so on…all they while staggering about slack faced and high.  

With Becky and Courtney in tow we continued on towards the party chatting and such.  Becky said she was from the US but Courtney announced she was Canadian…which didn’t seem quite right, but hey could be.  As Rob, Sandor and I were explaining where we were from Becky got it into here head that Rob was lying about being from Virginia.  She kept saying you don’t sound like you’re from Virginia or the USA and she kept asking him all these questions about life in the USA, really challenging him to be honest about where he was from.  Rob doesn’t particularly sound like he’s from Virginia, maybe he sounds a bit more like he’s from California…but he sounds like nothing but an American.  Becky keeps going on and on, and despite all our best efforts to assure her he’s American she just won’t believe.

Finally, when the girls run off to use the “powder room” Rob comes up with an idea.  He decides he’s going to play along with Becky’s imagination and “come clean” about the fact he’s really Luxemburg.  The decision to make Rob Luxemburgish took a lot of thought, we needed a small country that Becky’d likely never been to and probably knew little about.  That way we could fill in the details as we chose.  I’d been to Luxemburg so I could fill Rob’s head with the details of his “real life” being raised half in Luxemburg and half in the USA as the son of a Luxemburg man and an American woman.  It’s actually not easy to pretend you’re from another country, you have to fake the language, (which Rob did admirably) fake knowing whether he was Luxemburgish or a Luxemburger and all sorts of other things.  What made the whole Luxemburg scenario possible was Becky’s conviction that Rob wasn’t American.  Anything Rob said she’d eat it up confident that she was right in busting us out in a lie about Rob’s origins.

Right about the time we made our Rob’s country we ended up at the party…WOWSERS and what a party it was.  Down deep alley away from the main street we could hear the sound of thumping music.  As we approached we saw the bottom story of a building was the source of the music and the psychedelic flashing lights illuminating the alley.  Now this was club.  Entering the club we found the place bulging with hot sweaty half clothed dancers.  People could barely get to the bar and every inch of the place from window sills to the bar stools was stacked with girls (and some guys too) shaking away…it was a short skirt, low cut top and navel viewing paradise…but it was also too hot and too small and there was barely enough room to move much less get a beer…so after about 30 minutes we retreated from the party to across the street where there was an outdoor café where we could sit and relax.

 We spent the rest of the evening watching the craziness of the party from across the street and discussing Rob’s homeland.  It was the most hilarious conversation I’ve probably ever had.  Rob even adopted a strange new accent, which became stronger and stronger the more he drank!  Becky kept reiterating how she knew Rob wasn’t American the whole time and asking him questions about his life in Luxemburg.  She also wanted to know why he had lied and said he was American and wondered why he wasn’t more proud of his Luxemburger heritage.  The more I drank the harder it was for me to keep a straight face and not just completely bust out laughing with each and every reference Rob made to something Luxemburgish in his ridiculous fake Luxemburer accent.   The more I laughed the harder it was for Sandor and Rob to keep a straight face, but at this point Becky was drunk enough not to really notice and Courtney…well I don’t think she ever thought Rob wasn’t American anyway.

We stayed out till the bar kicked us out and as we wandered our way home (having a cartwheel contest, a sure sign of too much beer).  As we were walking it all came out that Courtney was really American.  The girls were so impressed with themselves that they’d convinced (though I gotta say convincing someone you’re Canadian instead of American really is no challenge, especially since no one questioned it).  At this point we decided to unleash Rob’s truth on them.  Courtney was not that surprised but Becky was completely dumbfounded when Rob pulled out his American passport.  Oh it was hilarious!

Well that was the day…a long day of trudging through Brasov and riding the train and a really funny evening of both bad and good clubs, white lies, beers and yes even occasional cartwheel.  We got home around 4am and I needed to be back up and in the car in 5 hours to go castling in the mountains of Transylvania.

Today we met up with several friends and went out to lunch at 4 Amici (Italian place) which was very good. There is a very good beer here called Ursus (which means bear) which I like a lot. After lunch we exchanged money and exchanged our voucher for our plane tickets for Venice. Then we went home, cleaned and packed and went to the library to bring back some books. After this we walked in the center of town in Brasov which was beautiful as it was not yet dark and so many people were there. We decided to stay there and eat dinner outside at Pizza Roma again which was excellent. After that we caught the bus home and continued packing and arranging out transport to Bucuresti tomorrow.

Today we met up with some more friends and took a cable car (telecabine) to the top of Muntele Tâmpa (this is the mountain with the large Hollywood-like Brasov sign at the top). The views from the top of the mountain were beautiful and we took lots of photos. We walked down the mountain afterwards on a path and saw a large deer as well as a memorial which was made for a man who had been eaten by a bear. Afterwards we ate at a restaurant in the city which I can't remember the name (although I wouldn't reccomend it anyway because the food was too heavy). 

Today we made traditional Romanian food and had a great brunch. Then we went into Brasov and did some errands at the bank and post office. Afterwards we took a bus into the center of town, exchanged money and had pizza at Roma Pizza which was excellent. We took photos and walked all over the town and walked to the Bastion. Tomorrow we will go to visit Buşteni and the Bucegi mountains and stay overnight there.

Today was spent in the historic town of Brasov.  Different than Sighisoara, Brasov is located at the base of a mountain & offered a more typical old Europe style square, big Cathedral, etc.  Definitely another cool Transylvanian must-see.

Today we went to Poiana Brasov - which is a resort style offshoot of Brasov.  Central to the 4-5 star hotels is a gondola that takes sightseers up to the top of this mountain.  Well obviously I wasn't there to take the gondola - so we hiked up about an hour & a half to the top.  I set the pace & suprisingly my spry companion of 67 yrs made it a point to keep up.

After that was a long, scenic ride back to Bucharest.  Along the way, we stopped at 2 random Orthodox monasteries.  Very interesting compounds, both.  The second one was closed due to the lateness of the hour, but we found the sister who kept the keys & she gave us the personalized tour of the main church building and also their museum.  Both monasteries had very impressive art, etc, inside... especially given the otherwise plain exteriors & remote, unassuming locations.

The region of Transylvania was breathtaking and I wished I could have stayed longer. Brasov the major hub was a great town. It had that old world feeling and was tucked between the hills. The square was quaint and the food was great. While I was there, I hiked up the mountain to the Brasov sign, which is an exact replica of the Hollywood sign. It seems quiet bizarre to have such a sign in such an old world town, but it makes you chuckle. On the hike down, from the mountain, a huge thunderstorm moved in and the mountain was taken over by clouds and fog which cast a very eerie feeling as we treked down. It seemed approrpiate to be caught in a storm in the mountains of Transylvania, walking our way through the fog amongst trees that towered over us. We were drenched to the bone, but created a great memory.  After two days we moved on to Bucharest and left the tranquility of Transylvania behind. 

brasov is a nice place! decided! haha

spent a fair while looking and wandering around the town, and the forrested mountains around make for great views, wqith the exception of the rather tacky BRASOV (hollywood style) sign on onwe of the mountains!

went to look around rasnov, bran and sinaia castles...

rasnov was the most castley of them all, seemed like a propper castle, but there was very little there. nice views, only slightly spoilt by the fog and rain!

bran, aka draculas castle, was impressive from the outside, but dissappointing on the inside. on the inside, its no different from any stately home! ok, so its only draculas castle in the book, the real vlad tepes has a catsle built nearer bucharest, but seriously, they really could have made something from it, knowing that they are going to get tourists from the whole dracua thing. but hey, we had warning that it wasnt that good, so not too dissappointed!

peles palace in sinaia was blooghy impressive! from the outside it was amazing, the inside astounding! the amount of work that must have gone into that place is unbelievable, it must be bloody priceless now!!

met some people in brasov who are also doing a bit of travelling. went to an amazing bar with them! it was called the for sale pub, you walked into the the dim candle lit bar, and your feet crunched on all the monkey nut shells lying around. when you sit down, they give you a bown of nuts and a menu, we had this interesting drink,.,. it was like a rather large shot, smelt and tasted like pig farms, and was advertised as being 50%, but this is apparently all they are allowed to advertise and sell, and considering how much it had changed from the night before (according to 2 people we were with!) we have a strong suspicion it was home made, and could have been anything! haha. all the walls were covered in transport tickets, and i felt i nshould leave something-turned out to be a polish tram ticket from krakow!

had some bloody awesome storms here! the first night one woke us up in the night, and no joke, it must have been going about 5 hours! never seen or heard a stporm that big!

anyway, should be going now, only one computer in this place!

Oh my goshness, I can't believe how many guys here actually fancies me. On the train to Brasov from Bucharest a group of students were all over me and one guy (or boy, barely 17 i think) obviously has this humongous crush on me. I appreciate his effort asking for help from his classmates in trying to tell me I have a charming smile and it really was just so sweet. He's so cute by the way, I changed my mind about Romania immediately as I have found out I have some chances of finding a husband here, if just in case, I won't have one by the time I'm 25 I will just stop by here and bring home some guy back to the Philippines. Disclaimer: I do not mean to insult the Romanians this time by associating them with my marriage dilemmas.

Wayne thinks I got really big-headed because of this. And I think he's really jealous because not one girl even laid eyes on him except for the grumpy old lady seating by him who scolded him for some reasons. He's just not alien looking enough for the locals here. I'm just different, a rare find I must say.

I was really depressed when my 1 minute romance has ended  and the kids got off the train so I rushed on to my bag and grabbed the very last Jack Daniels that I had and it was only 12noon. Got a bit crazy for an hour but recovered well in the afternoon.  Now I'm beginning to understand Whitney Houston's problem with drinking, if you know what I mean. No, not really? Me too!

When we got to Brasov we were all a little hazy, a little disoriented, pretty much like anyone would be after spending so long on a train. I got a lot of sleep (I’m sure I was the only one!) but sleep on a train doesn’t really count for much. So, we had directions about which bus to catch and everything, and after wandering back and forth for a while we found it, boarded ok and then got ridiculously lost. I realised a little too late that we had completely missed our stop so we got off the bus thinking we could backtrack using the map, should all be ok. Seemed like we walked for hours from there trying to find our way, Charlie was following the map and he was sure that he knew where he was going so we walked and walked and walked. We reached a point where he said that the hostel should be in front of us, and it turns out that he’s looking at the wrong mark on the map and the street that he’s been so adamantly searching for is not the street that we want at all! Lol… Oh well, it wasn’t that far from the right direction, and armed with the correct destination it was easy to find the hostel just in time for us to all collapse on the couch like lumps of clay for a little while.

After our arrival from Bran we spend the whole day in Brasov.I liked that town because it is a world with 3 faces.The old communist town with the ugly grey buildings,the Fantastic medival historic town with the german influence and the modern way of life.

We were staying at the medival Brasov,in a hostel of course.The old town seems endless,so many to see and shoot with your camera !!!

Beautiful buidings in every corner,dark small alleys to explore (at night if you dare hehe),the Black church, a giant building which can be seen almost from everywhere.The narrowest alleyway in Europe (i think),bridges, towers with panoramic view to the town,the Hollywood Brasov laying at the top of the mountain and many more!!!(Startis was our chinese guy,all the time, restless, taking photos  :>).

In every corner there is something new and at the same time familiar,a perfect blend of old and new.There are many places to eat,drink and have fun.People there are always willing to help  (at least they try) and this is an important think to know.

It was wonderful................so if you ever plan travel in Romania, stay at the medival town of Brasov

p.s I think the water is NOT drikable.Everywhere they offer us botle -water

There is this little spot up in the Northern part of Romania just south of the border to Ukraine which is famous for some painted monasteries. I actually really want to go but as it is far from where I am now it will involve a very long journey to get there and an equally long journey to get back to Bucharest - is this really worth it?

Well first step is to figure out when there is actually a connection to Suceava. The way to figure this out would in the bad old days have been to get all the way to the trains station on the opposite end of town taking a bus there and a bus back - hours would be spend in the process. Today well the Romanian Railways got an English language homepage. Ok the front page is in English and then when you hit the link timetable everything is in Romanian but you can kind of figure out the first town most be where you are and the second should be your destination - and the dates is fairly easy to figure out as well. I can't help but wonder whatever people used to do in the old days - go to the train station - been there done that.

Well it turn out there is only one train a day and it leave a bit after 23 at night. I am not gonna be on the train tonight so I might as well sleep on it until tomorrow. And figure out if I want to stay in Transylvania or go all the way up to Southern Bucovina.