It's heavily raining on Sighisoara. I can hear the thunder as I watch rain pouring on the other side of the window. Well, actually it's also raining inside. There is a leak in the common room of our hostel. Nothing that would prevent me from writing, but it's always surprising.
We are in Sighisoara, in Transylvania, in Roumania.
We thought we would see dragons and vampire, but as it happens, literature lied to us. We dreamt about a country made of high hills, of deep and dark forest bathed in fog, of quiet villages and grey sky. And we found none of this.
Roumania, as far as we've seen, is mostly flat with some lofty hills, green plains, cute villages with coloured houses and flowery terraces, a church every 100 meters, all of this under a clear blue sky and a cooking hot summer sun.
Romanian people are super kind and make sure you're not lost, or looking for anything, it's really nice. Even when they don't speak a word of English or French (apparently, learning French or English is just as common here), they make sure you catch the right bus, find the station of the closest post office (minor quests that can be darn hard when you don't speak the language of a country)
I really enjoy or stay here.
Side note: So Romania is the sixth country I've been in since January. That's quite a record year! let's hope it doesn't stop there.
China, Thailand, France, Switzerland, Italy, Korea and Roumania.
