A late breakfast for us today as we had the Sunday to ourselves to do as we pleased. So we feasted on food from the local supermarket for breakfast, then headed out. We had decided to take the train down to Sighisoara, where Vlad the Impaler was born.

The train platform in Odorheiu was tiny and barely noticeable. Tickets are bought on board so we settled down and waited for the train to pull up. We heard the train long before we saw it when it blew its whistle, while the industrial sounding engine could be heard miles away. Interestingly, this particular train was French as many of the region's trains had been replaced a few years ago with unwanted French models. We could see that for ourselves as many of the signs inside were still in French. Tickets were bought on board and a single cost us only £1.20 each!!!

We were joined by Chris, the American guy who we had met at the playground. We all chatted to him during the journey about Romanian politics, history and customs. Since he had lived here for a few years he was very knowledgeable!

Two hours later we arrived in Sighisoara. Despite it being described as 'Dracula's birthplace', the town actually had nothing to do with Bram Stoker's Dracula, who lived miles away in the North of Romania. However, Vlad the Impaler was born in this town which is their claim to fame.

Our first stop was at a restaurant at Piata Hermann Oberth, a beautiful square in the centre of town. The square itself was a myriad of colour as all the trees and shrubs had bloomed with Spring. Lunch was delicious - a fresh chicken salad with a side of sauteed potatoes.

We then wandered around the citadel area, dipping in and out of tacky souvenir shops that sold endless Dracula-themed tat. I criticise, I actually ashamedly admit I bought such a mug myself!

Sighisoara is a very quaint little town, which has an impressive citadel in the centre. Interestingly, it is Saxon in origin which meant that we heard the German language being spoken quite frequently. Many signs were also in German. Very confusing, especially as we had only just gotten our head around the fact that the people of Transylvania speak Hungarian!

We climbed the cobble streets, past the clocktower and endless shops and restaurants which seemed to disappear into the dark, cavernous, medieval buildings. The citadel ended at a steep hill, which was only accessible via a covered stairway that has been used since 1642. At the top of the stairway was a Gothic Lutheran church, which was situated on the town's highest point. Next door was a German graveyard which we ventured into (has to be done while in Dracula country). Didn't stay there for long, so we ventured back down into town.

We decided to move away from the tourist route and hike out of the town centre to the Ancient Oak Tree Reserve. It was about 4km away in the hills so it was a slight struggle to get to in the blistering heat. This wasn't helped by missing a crucial turn too! We climbed an extremely steep, muddy hill which led us into the forest. Finally we reached the top and found ourselves in beautifully fresh, healthy deciduous woodland. We couldn't see many ancient oaks but it was worth the walk. Plenty of old Beech trees. On the way back down we saw little chicks, clucking around in their tiny wooden home. There was also a huge, fat cockerel who definitely ruled the roost.

Dragged our tired feet back to town, where we had a well-earned drink at 'Joe's Pub'. We ordered four take-out mushroom pizzas to munch on the train.

Our train journey took us into the dark night. We arrived back at Odorheiu at 10pm to collapse into bed. Great day!