A lonely traveller ventured to Romania during late autumn-time, in search of Vlad Tepes and to make some sense of her tiny irrelevant life. This is what she found...
The lands of Transilvania and Wallachia stand glorious with pink peaked mountains glimmering during evening-time, and luscious forests bursting with golden shades of ochre, crimson and cadium as the sun shines through... hiding many secrets and creatures as great the god of fire goes down and the depths of night sky creeps over the land. It is like nothing you've ever seen before; darkest hues of navy as a velvet blanket over the land to the cries of the children of the night. The only light is the beacon of the half moon... or the shining diamonds that tell those who believe about their past, present and future.
Towns such as Sighasora and Sibiu are brimming full of majestic architecture, a melting pot of Eastern and Western European design, from the medieval era through to the Victorian period.
Rural areas still practice traditional ways of living and farming, many households keeping cattle, pigs, sheep, foul and horses on their land, still using these beasts with carts. Romanians work hard and barely have enough money to put bread on the table. Many of these wonderful, hospitable people could never travel further than their own land. Why would they want to?