Bhudda my Pest, Magura, and now Bucresti

Budapest was killer, Eric and I picked up the sexy Swedish militia woman, Kiowa, and we went to the Turkish baths, then walked the gorgeous city park. One of my favorite castles so far was in the park. Then we headed to a serious Hungarian dinner, meeting Dan from Boston along the way and dragging him along.

Pre-drinking at the hostel lead to a night of spectacular dancing where we literally let loose and scared all the locals with our bodacious moves. Then I sang opera all the way home like a cultured little piggy. Somewhere in all this we convinced Kiowa t come to Magura with us.

The next day we just walked around the town, seeing the Buda side and then crossing the very exciting chain bridge where a party was going on and the vendors were selling adorable jewelry and delicious candy.

Caught the night train to Brasov, where we set up a gypsy booby trap (supposedly they run on the train, grab your bag, and hop of) that kept entangling and enraging the ticket collectors. As I sat, drinking wime we macguyvered open and looking at the moon, I was just completely content.

Then we finally used my mom's hoarde of wet naps by mopping up the nasty train floor and made a bed for me there while Kiowa and Eric had their own bench. This set up worked well until a Romanian man woke uop with "Please wake up, it is morning." Other peopleneeded our seats and we were very groggy and reluctant, but they were persistent so we awoke and arranged ourselves in a way to facilitate them. Then a woman came by demanding reservations which we did not have and the woman in Budapest assured us that we did not need. Surprisingly, the Romanian couple we had been so begrudging to facilitate pleaded our case and we were allowed to continue our trip. Then they gave us bread. I like them.

We took a bus from Brasov to Moeciu, then had Josef, the owner of the hostel, come pick us up after a failed attempt to find the trail to lead us up the mountain to the hostel. He took us immediately to Dracula's Bran castle. Unfortunately my camera was dead, but Kiowa took many pictures. I thought it was rather small, but it was my favorite. I enjoyed reading about REAL Romanian history along with the myth. That castle had seen a lot more interesting things than Vlad.

Then Josef took us to his farm on the mountain where we picked berries, went on moonlight hikes, rented a horse for 10 eurp an hour and rode her in the rain, drank fresh milk with honey that I had bought from an old Romanian women (the honey, the milk was free from the hostel's cows), and hiked to the top of the mountain and wondered how life could be any other way but this at that moment.

This morning we hiked down the mountain and caught a train to Bucharest and on the train I met Chris from Wales, who was gorgeous and I got along with quite well while Eric exchanged info with a cute Romanian girl and Kiowa got trapped by a mniddle aged Asian man. On a whim, I messaged Chris' hostel with my info and an invite to dinner. He accepted and should be here shortly. Not bad for a Tuesday.