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Published: August 8th 2013
We were all sad to leave Eldorado camping, a lovely site with great facilities including use of the lake and the pool all for under £10.00 GBP. Setting out we knew it was going to be a long drive and with Woolly clutching his bulb of garlic we were off.
Woolly says – it’s better to be safe than sorry I say, we’re in Dracula country and getting ever closer to his lair. Once the city was behind us Ollie was in his element racing along the roads with very little traffic to annoy him. The scenery was ever changing and as we wound round each corner we were met with ever more spectacular views. The towns continued to fascinate us and I set Jo a challenge of taking a picture of the many horse and carts we were passing whilst we were moving.
This was easier said than done and as Woolly chuckled away I missed shot after shot due to them being on the wrong side of the road or traffic passing just at the wrong moment. Two hours later and I was tiring of the challenge when I caught the perfect picture,
Woolly says – it caused me no end of amusement and I thought of getting her to take one of the storks that sit high above us on the telegraph poles in each town but I didn’t think she would go for that. Each village although appearing to be the same as the last had subtle differences and obviously great pride in their country from the number of flags on display. As we started to climb more we met slow coaches, lorries and buses which didn’t seem to deter the Romanians who, regardless of the bend in front or the solid line on the road, hurtled past. The views got better and better with pretty churches and spires and road side sellers with their onions and garlic. I tried to convince them to stop to get more supplies but my request was greeted with gales of laughter.
We do keep explaining to Woolly that he has nothing to fear but he won’t have it, even after explaining that Dracula is a work of fiction written in Whitby, Yorkshire he still wasn’t convinced. We were making good time and as we came whizzing round
one corner we found the level crossing barrier closing, we waited patiently for the train to pass but in vain. Instead we were amazed to see three men set to work welding the barrier back into shape! Once they were happy with their work the barrier was lifted and off we went…..curious.
Woolly says – as the kilometres disappeared under Ollie’s wheels we continued to climb up the windy roads and back down again and still the views changed. With only 20 kilometres to go we could clearly see the Carpathian Mountains high above us adding even more to the stunning views. Jo spotted the camping sign first and as I saw the name my blood ran cold and I gripped onto my garlic even tighter, how they could bring me to Vampire Camping!?!
How could we not, with a name like that it was a must stay, a basic campsite with a friendly owner who welcomed us and booked us in for 58 LEI (approximately £11.20 GBP). It has everything we need, except for a longish walk to the facilities, but it should keep us fit for the next couple of nights. And
tomorrow brings the ultimate castle in Transylvania, home to Dracula!
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