Brassed Off

BRASOV: Our wheeler dealer train conductor found us a room. We walked around the town, saw the churches, walked the city walls, checked out the square and took a cable car to the top of a mountain high above the city to look at all the snow covered roofs. I would say more but I just did my last post, I barely slept last night on the train, and I'm absolutely shattered. Off to see a couple of castles tomorrow.

Oh and Katie would be upset if I didn't tell you all that she clumsily managed to smash a full wine bottle that I was carrying in my day bag yesterday drenching not only the entire bag, most of my books but also most of the floor of the train station as we waited, painfully, for our international train.