Trip Start Feb 17, 2012
27Trip End Apr 28, 2012
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Where I stayed
Hotel Casa Wagner Sighisoara
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Read my review - 4/5 stars
Sighisoara, the "medieval jewel of Romania" awaits its visitors to uncover the mystery closed in the old walls during the hundreds years of existence.
In the wide Tarnava Mare Valley stands the Castle Hill, which decends on the town and is surrounded by higher hills like a real belt.
Sighisoara is associated abroad behalf of one who was son of Vlad the Devil, the famous Vlad the Impaler, known as Dracula. It is assumed that Vlad had been born in Sighisoara, the former body guard house, where he hosted his father during exile, which is now called Vlad the Devil.
I've ripped that straight from the tourist info centre
A bit about Vlad. As his name suggest, impalement was his preferred method of torture and execution. Wikipedia describes impalement as - involves the body of a person being pierced with a long stake. The penetration could be through the sides, through the rectum, through the vagina, or through the mouth. This method leads to a painful death, sometimes taking days. When the impaling instrument was inserted into a lower orifice, it was necessary to secure the victim in the prone position; the stake would then be held in place by one of the executioners, while another would hammer the stake deeper using a sledgehammer. The stake was then planted in the ground, and the impaled victim hoisted up to a vertical position, where the victim would be left to die.
Too much ?
Ok, so onto Sighisoara itself. Boy they weren't wrong. What a difference 128km down the road makes. A quiet little medieval town, hardly any people about and lots of little places to get into and check out. I've just spent a few days wandering the streets, sampling the food and not acheiving anything of note. Hence the seat fillers.
No tourists about the place means no villains / thieves or other blood thirsty creatures lurking around at all. Sighisoara has quite an atmosphere and an eerie vibe to it after dark, no people about, whistling of the wind, howling of the wild dogs. I loved it.
Although, they do have a village idiot here (of the squarking bird variety) has managed to find me each day
I said to him, You again ! Let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple of hard, pipe-hitting players to go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talking, hillbilly boy? I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.
This one is a complete cut-and-paste-athon. As I said, not much going on here. I'll think of some more jokes for next time.
Nice place to come and check out for a couple of days and watch the world go by, however there are still too many adidas tracksuits for my liking.
Righto, over to Vienna now for a schnity!
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