We woke up in a quiet place (as always, my dad chooses the best spots to sleep) and it didn't take us long to set off for Bran Castle, also known as Dracula's Castle. Although I tell you one thing, I didn't see a single sharp fang or black cape flying around... what a disappointment!

The journey was short, thank goodness, because I don't like being in the car at all. Who likes sitting there, bouncing with every turn? Not me, that's for sure. But hey, a short trip is always more bearable because I get less stressed. That's appreciated!

When we arrived, the atmosphere was a mixture of medieval market and village fair: lots of food stalls, Dracula souvenirs everywhere and a lot of little shops for tourists. Despite being low season, there were quite a few tourists around, but nothing like the stampede that must form in high season. Seriously, this in the middle of summer must be tremendous!

At first my dad and my uncle Joan didn't want to go into the castle because they had read that it cost a fortune, almost 20 euros per person. Seeing that the entrance fee wasn't that expensive (although it was still a dent in the wallet) they changed their minds.

Here comes the drama: I couldn't go in! It seems that being a travelling dog doesn't open all doors. So my dad took me back to the camper, where I stayed as the official guard while they explored the castle. According to them, the place is more of a theme park than a historical monument, but they had a good time taking photos everywhere, both inside and in the garden.

After lunch in the camper, in a clearing in the forest with snow-covered logs, we set off to head towards Bucharest.

And that's where the nightmare began: roadworks and more roadworks. The road trip didn't progress, I think I saw a turtle overtaking us! It soon got dark, so my dad decided to change plans and we looked for a place to sleep not too far away. We turned off onto a dirt road that went up and up, as if we were looking for the very castle of the gods. After about 7 kilometres we arrived at a place that was like a film: views of the valley, protected from the wind, and a peace that even Dracula wouldn't get on his best nights of rest.

However, it was so cold that it got through to my fur. So it was a strategic retreat to the camper. The night ended with a blanket, a film and lots of dreams... because tomorrow, more adventures await us! Doesn't this trip have it all?