A Breath of Fresh Air: Winter in Translyania

Odorheiu Secuiesc this weekend was absolute paradise. We were treated to clear and balmy thirty degree, windless weather, a far cry from Bucharest's trodden ice sluice of a capital. Mark, Deets, Jim and I hiked ourselves silly up the snowy hills with our friends and played games of Jenga between gut-stuffing meals. Always a good time.

View from above: city of Odorheiu

Taking pictures as an excuse to catch my breath.

Wind sprints.

He just told a really funny joke.

Inseparable buddies.

On the way home we did a Schlink attack on the fortress of Sighisoara, birthplace to Vlad the Impaler. I heaved Deets up the Scholar's Stairs: All one hundred seventy five of them.
I was exactly like Rocky Balboa on the Philadelphia Art Museum stairs! Such victory.

Vlad: such a lovely young boy he must have been.

View from the top: not even 8:30am.

Torture chamber located just beneath the clock tower. Handy.

Two hours later, we rolled into Brasov. Mark likes to call it the Denver of Romania as it sits right against the mountains. We did a quick coffee/pastry/pee break and a jaunt through the main square before heading over the mountains and home.

Black Church, almost as old as rocks, built between 1385 and 1477.

Still no wind. I can hardly believe it.