Vampire Hunting

Night trains:4
Lost socks:2
Squatters:0

On the train to Bucuresti we found the perfect hostel - Funky Chicken Hostel, 'No reservations, but guaranteed accommodation for everyone who turns up'. How could we not go with a name like that! However when we turned up after our impossibly long train journey we were greeted with the three worst words to a backpacker, 'no rooms available'. They sent us to another hostel whiich was pretty nice, who gave us the name of a beer hall with directions to go get some food. Where we had a big meal and beer for
Rich's birthday. We explored the rest of the city and headed to Brasov in Transylvania. We had plans to go out that evening, for Richards birthday but our train was an hour late which meant that we got to the hostel at half 11.

When we arrived at the hostel there was a cat curled up on the carpet to which I said 'aww, cute, you have a cat' the girl replied 'yes, we have 5'. I didn't think any more of this until the word kitten was used. They had 5 kittens all curled up together in a box that were repeatedly offered to me for free. They were so small and the cutest things ever! They'd only just opened their eyes and just getting up to walk. I couldn't leave them alone. The cat had been stolen by a group of Frenchies and left in the hostel before getting fatter and fatter until one day it just exploded.

The next day we went to visit Draculas castle, its not at all like anything I was expecting. It was just so simple and unvampire like. In one room there was a shut door and Richard said 'hey Rhianna, open that door' so expecting it to be locked I gave it a push and it opened up to some steps leading down. I quickly pulled it shut, but the door handle came off into my hand!!! I can't beleive I broke Dracula's castle!
We went to see another castle that was crazy huge with something like 50 rooms. Everything was just so castle-like and it even had a secret passageway. We had to wear ridiculous little slippers over our shoes but it was definately worth the visit. I think Dracula chose the wrong castle to claim!

When we got back to the hostel we were bombarded by 20 Romanian kids who spoke no english. So we spent the next hour playing cards with them before heading out for a celebratory drink with yet another Aussi and a Welsh.
In the morning us and the welsh walked up a massive hill to the hollywood-style Brasov sign, explored the city and got the the worlds most uncomfortable nighttrain to Budapest!