Let me tell you, we had a difficult time rolling out that next morning in Brasov, after our night of debauchery in the countryside.
Hotel Corona surprized us by providing a full complimentary made-to-order breakfast. First: coffee.
Ben demolished several cups (but it was too strong for my taste).
My first foolishness of the day I blame upon a combination of exhaustion and anticipation of communication impediments. The waiter asked, "Would you like eggs?"
My reply, "Yes, please. Cooked....not too much."
Waiter: "You mean over-easy?"
Yeah, Ben teased me for a while over that one.
Our friend Brian soon joined us...in a similar state as Ben, I'm afraid to say. What a sorry pair!
After a substantial and satisfying meal, we hit the road with our driver (what was his name? Marco? Yes, Marco) in search of the Citadel of Rasnov.
It was not a happy ride. As we bumped through the beautiful sprawling Transylvania countryside, my old nemisis, the car sickness came back to haunt me (as did the eggs - cooked not too much).
It's tricky, taking pictures in a moving car with your head wedged firmly between your knees. So I didn't. I prefer my camera (and my car trips) sans vomit. These are from just outside the Citadel.
The harrowing climb via foot to the actual Citadel did not exactly improve the situation.
We whalloped our dragging rears up up up the hill. I lagged far behind, arguing with my churning stomach, trying to eck out a deal in which I would not empty my guts onto the cobblestones of an ancient citadel (bad form).
Stopping for photos was a fantastic excuse to take a break from all of the climbing!
Come here boys. Stand still.
My turn...oh my god, the sun! Help!
Some time after the climb, I began to feel a lot better.
Next stop ~ Dracula's Castle (Bran Castle, actually, if you aren't feeling so touristy).