October 2025. Peles Castle. Sinaia. Romania. Mrs RM was so determined to squeeze a Transylvanian castle into her blog our trip that on our final morning in Romania we woke at 6am, took a Bolt to Brasov station, and an hour later were in Sinaia on the way to Peles Castle. A week’s holiday and… Continue reading FINALLY ! YOUR AUTHENTIC TRANSYLVANIAN CASTLE
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A NERVOUS PINT IN GASTHAUS ALTEPOST
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… Continue reading A NERVOUS PINT IN GASTHAUS ALTEPOST
A rainy night in Sighișoara
October 2025. Sighișoara. Romania. In the Uber on the way back from the bear cuddling Mrs RM devised a radical plan to boost her blog views. Leaving our room in Brasov for a night we caught a Flix bus from the main bus station, where the coffee, costs as much as the loo, which has… Continue reading A rainy night in Sighișoara
CONTRADICTORY ADVICE ON SURVIVING A BEAR ATTACK
October 2025. Brasov. Five days into our Romanian trip, and it’s time for bears. Mrs RM had decided we could do better than Bran Castle (“a bit Disney), but a visit to Libearty Bear Sanctuary to cuddle grizzlies was a must. What do you mean I don’t get to cuddle them ? These are the… Continue reading CONTRADICTORY ADVICE ON SURVIVING A BEAR ATTACK
TOP 100 PUBS – SZIMPLA, SFANTU GHEORGHE, ROMANIA
October 2025. Sfântu Gheorghe. Romania. “Not ANOTHER Top 100 pub, Retired Martin !“. Yes, I know I promised that I’d maintain a one in, one out system, so let’s boot out Derby’s Ye Olde Dolphin, which I read has lost its Bass pump. It may be back. I like having the odd non-UK pub on… Continue reading TOP 100 PUBS – SZIMPLA, SFANTU GHEORGHE, ROMANIA
Fonts, Ferenc Puskas and flying coffee cups. The mysteries of Sfântu Gheorghe
October 2025. Sfântu Gheorghe. Romania. A week in Romania seemed a bit of a risk with Dad and Mrs RM’s folks on the decline; most of our trips have been a 5 day blur. But you need the extra time to tackle Transylvania’s problematic transport. And so it proved, as Bran Castle, inspiration for the… Continue reading Fonts, Ferenc Puskas and flying coffee cups. The mysteries of Sfântu Gheorghe
THE JOY OF GETTING YOUR NAME ON THE UNTAPPD SCREEN IN AFTAR STUBE, BRASOV
October 2025. Brasov. Romania. Four nights in Transylvania, longer than we’d normally spend in one place but Pension Casa Timar was to prove the perfect base to explore the land of impalement and Pale ale*. Brasov is an odd place to negotiate, the rail station in “Tractor District” a mile north of flashy new town… Continue reading THE JOY OF GETTING YOUR NAME ON THE UNTAPPD SCREEN IN AFTAR STUBE, BRASOV
ADMISSION : I ACCEPTED A TASTER AT HOP HOOLIGANS
October 2025. Bucharest. We concluded the quartet of Bucharest taprooms at Hop Hooligans in the (relatively) genteel suburbs east of the University. Yes, a gorgeous looking home for Romania’s best known (more Vocation than Brew Dog) purveyor of murk. The bars themselves didn’t change that much, but Hop Hooligan, Ironic, Ground Zero and Zaganu give… Continue reading ADMISSION : I ACCEPTED A TASTER AT HOP HOOLIGANS
Bucharest Café society
October 2025. Bucharest. More cultural and culinary highlights from our 3rd day in Bucharest, as we leave the unprepossessing surrounds of the Ironic Tap, and stumble upon this oddity; “Don’t go in there” I warn Mrs RM. Mrs RM goes in anyway. This western edge of central Bucharest (Lipscani St) isn’t that edgy, but it’s… Continue reading Bucharest Café society
BUCHAREST’S IRONIC TAPROOM
October 2025. Bucharest. The Young Boys of Bern had told us that Bucharest’s Ironic Taproom was an essential visit, and as Mrs RM wanted a blog post called “four essential craft bars” it was easy to drag her from the seedier part of the Old Town, past the majestic Stock Exchange, to the less than… Continue reading BUCHAREST’S IRONIC TAPROOM