Romanian countryside can be captivating and the villages half live in a time warp. However, the cities are pug ugly. The idea of visiting Bucharest is not capturing my imagination.
We visit Bran Castle, otherwise known as Dracula’s castle, this being where Vlad the Impaler once lived. It is a spiraling building set at the top of a hill and entrance is the equivalent of £2.75 to get in, plus £2.25 if you want to bring a camera. Other than the historical story boards, it is much like walking around a Tudor mansion, although it does predate Tudor by several centuries. It seemed more like the setting of a Shakespeare play, more House of Capulet than lair of Beelzebub. The intimidation factor was also somewhat diminished by the five foot high doorways.
We get lost trying to find the Bucharest campsite and have to follow a local. The campsite we stay at is in a pleasant location, and many of the party to choose to 'upgrade' to one of the many cabins available at a cost of just a few pounds a person. However, I am following a policy of no upgrades, so it is the tent for me.
In the campsite reception, amongst the tourism leaflets are cards for the local masseurs, who all seem to like give their massages in the nude, if the pictures are anything to go by. I sneak around the campsite dropping the cards inside people's tents and cabin doors.
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