October 2025. Sighisoara.
You left us in our astonishing £36.27 Sighisoara guest house wondering where the catch was.
A few reviews had mentioned that the breakfast didn’t include drinks, “you’ll pay extra for coffee at Paris prices“. wrote one traveller. Few folk mentioned the cat that woke us at 9am, the prescribed breakfast hour.
No-one needs bill uncertainty in Transylvania, so I’m pleased to say that only was the coffee free. but this spread was generous, freshly prepared and cheerily served.
It set us up for the next big cobbled climb, the famous 174 steps of the Scholars Stairs connecting upper and lower Citadel.
Whether the Church on the Hill is worth the agonies of that walk depends on your age, fitness and footwear.
Mrs RM wasn’t tackling those cobbles, and hurried off looking for a flatter descent. I decided to walk through the slopes Saxon Cemetery,
which seemed an inspired idea till I slipped on my **** around about the Ostafe family grave.
Muddied but unbowed, I carried on back down to the Old Town,
and spread some graveyard mud in middle class cafes,
re-joining Mrs RM (who’d been ticking torture chambers) at the Clock Tower.
That’s another thing that reminded me of Rye with its view from the church tower and good value attractions.
Nothing much in Sighisoara to match the Ypres Castle, mind, but we did one of the grander looking old hotels at the foot of the hill.
And it was in the cellars of the Gasthaus AltePost that I missed a call from Dad’s care home and spent a nervy half hour trying to find out whether I’d have to fly home a day early.
Luckily we’re friends with the daughter of one of the other residents, who was able to reassure us that Dad had just had his weekly “bounce” and was fine. Ish.
retiredmartin 
“October 2025. Sighisoara.
Okay, in the photo above, that looks a bit like the Manneken Pis.
“You left us in our astonishing £36.27 Sighisoara guest house wondering where the catch was.”
And…
“No-one needs bill uncertainty in Transylvania, so I’m pleased to say that only was the coffee free. but this spread was generous, freshly prepared and cheerily served.”
Huzzah!
Also, ahem, maybe a ‘not’ between that and only, and the period after ‘free’ should be a comma?
(you were probably caught up in the excitement of the other reviewers being totally wrong)
“It set us up for the next big cobbled climb”
That pic above takes me back to my backpacking days around Europe.
“the famous 174 steps of the Scholars Stairs connecting upper and lower Citadel.”
That pic below reminds me of what a cow sees on the way to the slaughter house.
“Whether the Church on the Hill is worth the agonies of that walk depends on your age, fitness and footwear.”
Amen brother! I can totally relate to that.
“I decided to walk through the slopes Saxon Cemetery,”
Only East Asians buried there?
(I’ll get my hat)
“which seemed an inspired idea till I slipped on my **** around about the Ostafe family grave.”
Heh. Slips, trips and falls are definitely becoming a thing with me as well!
“and spread some graveyard mud in middle class cafes,”
I sense a serious undertaking in such a grave move.
“re-joining Mrs RM (who’d been ticking torture chambers) at the Clock Tower.”
You might want to make your own tea and coffee at home for a bit.
“Nothing much in Sighisoara to match the Ypres Castle, ”
I’ve been there!
Oh wait, I thought you meant Belgium.
“And it was in the cellars of the Gasthaus AltePost that I missed a call from Dad’s care home and spent a nervy half hour trying to find out whether I’d have to fly home a day early.”
Bugger. That’s worse then the fall in the cemetery. 😟
“Luckily we’re friends with the daughter of one of the other residents, who was able to reassure us that Dad had just had his weekly “bounce” and was fine. Ish.”
Sigh. ‘Ish’ indeed. Also, not to sound uncaring but kudos to you for getting out and about. Don’t ever put life on hold, if at all possible.
Cheers
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