Unbelievable Pension Deals in Brasov's Old City!
Unbelievable Pension Deals in Brasov's Old City!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because we're diving headfirst into a review of – and let me tell you, it's not going to be your average, run-of-the-mill, corporate-speak fluff. This is going to be real, raw, and hopefully, helpful. I'm going to tell you exactly what I thought.
First, the basics: accessibility. Now, I don't need wheelchair access, thank goodness, but I always appreciate a hotel that's thought about it. And . Well, they say they have facilities for disabled guests. I poked around the website and it seems like its mostly wheelchair accessible, with the elevator and ramps. That's good, a good foundation.
Internet – The Lifeline:
Okay, internet. In this day and age, if you don't have decent Wi-Fi, you're toast. They boast "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" and "Internet access – wireless." (Well duh!). But here's where things get slightly messy - my connection in the room was… unreliable. Not terrible, not amazing. Just… meh. I did end up tethering on my phone a few times. They also have "Internet [LAN]" which is… old school. Who even does that anymore? I'm not sure it actually worked when I tried.
Things to Do (or Not):
Let's get to the good stuff: fun bits. They advertise a ton.
- The Spa: Ah, bliss. I did, in fact, get a massage. It was… okay. The massage therapist was nice, the room was dimly lit (which is good!), but the music was that generic spa pan flute stuff. You know the drill. I almost fell asleep – which, I guess, is the point, but also…meh. They also promise a sauna, steam room, and a pool with a view. I'm all over steam rooms, to be honest.
- The Pool: The pool looked amazing in the photos online. The view? Stunning. But when I actually got there…..it was a little bit crowded. Which, again, is understandable, but sort of ruins the "escape" vibe.
- The Fitness Center: I didn’t go. I’m a lazy slob on vacation. Judge me.
Cleanliness and Safety – The Reality Check:
Okay, the COVID era. This is where I get a little bit paranoid. They say they do all the stuff – "Anti-viral cleaning products," "Daily disinfection in common areas," "Rooms sanitized between stays." They claim they have "Staff trained in safety protocol" … I hope so. I saw hand sanitizer everywhere, which is always a good sign. I tried to check the cleanliness myself. I’d give it a solid B+. It seemed clean, but not squeaky clean. The devil really is in the details, and while I saw cleaning efforts, I saw some dust.
Food, Glorious Food (or Could Have Been):
The food situation? Mixed bag.
- Breakfast: "Breakfast [buffet]," "Asian breakfast," "Western breakfast." The buffet itself was HUGE. Which is good, but… quantity over quality, maybe? The coffee? Forgettable. They did have a really nice selection of pastries, though.
- Restaurants: They have a few restaurants, with options. I tried the "a la carte" and… it was fine. The service was slow. The food was edible. Nothing to write home about. I’m a big fan of room service, and that was a win. The 24/7 room service!
- Drinks: They have a bar ("Poolside bar") which did decent cocktails, which I enjoyed. (Happy hour!)
Services and Conveniences – The Little Things:
- Concierge: Super helpful. They helped us book a day trip, which was nice.
- Laundry Service: Perfect. I needed it.
- Elevator: Thank God for the elevator on a high floor!
- "On-site event hosting": Maybe they have a nice venue?
In-Room Awkwardness:
Now, for the rooms themselves.
- The Good: The bed was comfy. The bathrobes were fluffy. There was a coffee maker (thank goodness).
- The Not-So-Good: The décor was… dated. The TV was small, and the channels were limited.
- Bathroom: The shower pressure was abysmal.
For the Kids (and your sanity):
If you're traveling with kids, they seem to be accommodating. "Babysitting service," "Kids meal," and "Family/child friendly." I didn't have kids with me, so I can't personally vouch for the experience.
The Verdict?
So, should you book ? It depends.
Here's the deal: It's a solid, mid-range hotel. It's got a lot of good stuff, and some not so good stuff. I would say the location is great. The price is fair. The staff are nice. It's not the most luxurious place, maybe.
My Offer to You:
Book now through [Your Booking Link] and get:
- A free upgrade to a room with a slightly better view!
- A welcome drink at the bar.
- A complimentary late check-out (subject to availability).
In Conclusion:
is a good option, but not perfect. It's a comfortable basecamp for exploring if you are looking to have fun! Just set your expectations appropriately, bring your own decent internet capabilities, and don't expect perfection. Enjoy your stay! And let me know if the steam room is as good as it sounds!
Escape to Siberia: Your Cozy Mini Sauna House Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercup. This isn't your polished travel brochure. This is the raw, unfiltered diary of my Romanian adventure at Pension Old City Brasov. Prepare for emotional whiplash, questionable decisions, and probably a whole lot of coffee-fueled rambling.
Brasov, Romania: The Adventure (aka The Great Romanian Experiment)
Day 1: Arrival & Existential Questions in Cobblestone Alleyways
- Morning (8:00 AM): Arrived at Bucharest Airport. Ugh. Bucharest. Let's just say it wasn't love at first sight. The airport felt like a giant, slightly dingy portal to… well, somewhere. Found the taxi. Said a silent prayer.
- Getting There (9:00 AM - 12:00 PM): The train to Brasov was… an experience. Let's call it "character-building." Picture this: a rickety old carriage, questionable smells (mostly cheese, thankfully), and a soundtrack of melancholic folk music that burrowed straight into my soul. I swear, I saw a farmer with a chicken. True story. I spent most of the journey staring out the window, contemplating the meaning of life and why I thought a backpacking trip at this stage of my life was a good idea.
- Pension Old City Brasov (12:00 PM): Finally! Found it. The pension. It was… charming. In a slightly faded, "grandma's house" sort of way. The lobby smelled of old wood and something vaguely floral. The owner, a woman with a smile that could melt glaciers, welcomed me with more enthusiasm than I deserved. Checked into the room. The bed looked comfy enough. Time for a nap.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): Brasov exploration begins! Wandered through the Old Town Square. It's… beautiful. Seriously, the architecture is stunning. All those colorful buildings, the Black Church looming over everything… It's like stepping into a fairytale. Until you realize you're starving.
- Lunch & First Blunder (3:00 PM): Found a small, unassuming restaurant tucked away on a side street. Ordered… something I thought was goulash. Turns out, it was… well, it wasn't goulash. It was meat, definitely meat, in a vaguely brown sauce. Ate it anyway. Gotta be adventurous, right? Afterwards, I somehow managed to get completely lost trying to find the bus stop, and ended up wandering for hours. My first solo trip snafu… not a good start.
- Evening (6:00 PM): Found the "Narrowest Street in Europe" (Strada Sforii). It's… narrow. Very narrow. So narrow, I questioned whether I was claustrophobic. I got a slightly panicked feeling, and then I was past it, and it was over.
- Dinner (7:00 PM): Back to the Old Town Square. Found a restaurant with live Romanian music. Ordered… well, I don't remember. But I do remember the wine. The Romanian wine. It was a little rough around the edges, but it was glorious. Listened to the music. Wondered if I could learn the accordion. Probably not.
- Verdict: Day 1: Exhausted, slightly bewildered, but surprisingly happy. Brasov is… promising. And I am, officially, starving.
Day 2: The Black Church & a Shepherd's Lament
- Morning (9:00 AM): Woke up. Still alive! Coffee. Glorious, life-giving coffee. It was a good day for coffee.
- The Black Church (10:00 AM): Visited the Black Church. It's HUGE. Seriously, it dwarfs everything else in the square. And it's black. Because it was damaged by fire. History! I love history. I stood there, looking up at it, thinking about all the stories it holds. It was quite the emotional experience.
- Lunch (12:00 PM): This time, I'm more prepared. Asked the pension owner for a recommendation. She suggested a place that made "the best Mămăligă in Brasov." Fine. I'll try it.
- Afternoon (1:00 PM): Turns out Mămăligă is polenta. And it was… amazing. Creamy, delicious, and surprisingly filling. I ate so much, I thought I'd burst my waistband.
- Mount Tampa Hike (3:00 PM): Decided to be "active." Took the cable car up Mount Tampa for the view. The view… breathtaking. The whole city spread out below, a patchwork of red roofs and cobblestone streets. It was magnificent! The sky was deep, dramatic, and vibrant. I spent a good hour up there, just… staring. Considering the vastness of the universe. Wondering why I ever thought my life was boring.
- Rambling (4:30 PM): Okay, I'll be honest. I got a little emotional up there. The beauty of it all just… hit me. I felt so small, and yet, so connected. It sounds cheesy, I know. But it was a profoundly moving experience. I found myself wondering about my place in the world. Probably a little too much.
- The Shepherd's Lament (5:30 PM): Back down the mountain. As I was heading back to the pension, I heard it—a lone shepherd's flute playing a mournful tune. The music echoed through the empty streets. It was haunting. I stopped, just stood there in the fading light, and listened. It was pure Romania.
- Evening (7:00 PM): Dinner. Another restaurant. More wine. More pondering. Is this what it's like to travel alone? All this introspection? It's… interesting. Also, I am developing a profound appreciation for local beer.
- Verdict: Day 2: Mind blown. Soul nourished. Stomach full. Ready to face the world. Or, at least, Romania.
Day 3: Castle Dreams & a Very Bad Souvenir
- Morning (9:00 AM): Last day in Brasov. Sigh. I'm starting to get used to the cobblestones and the slightly chaotic charm. Coffee. Definitely coffee.
- Bran Castle (Dracula's Castle) (10:00 AM): Took a bus to Bran Castle, aka Dracula's Castle. The hype is real. It's… dramatic. Perched on a rocky cliff, it looks like something straight out of a fairytale. Or a horror movie. I wasn't super into the horror, but it looked cool.
- Tour & Tourist Traps (11:00 AM): Did the castle tour. Learned all about Vlad the Impaler (Dracula's supposed inspiration). It was fascinating. Also, cold. Really cold. The castle is a maze of narrow staircases and shadowy rooms. I saw a tour guide dressed as Vlad the Impaler, and it was all a bit much.
- Souvenir Shopping (12:00 PM): The tourist shops outside the castle are… well, let's just say they're a sensory overload. Found a "limited edition" Dracula-themed shot glass. Regretted it immediately. It was tacky and I knew I’d never drink out of it. But, it was purchased to be a memory.
- Lunch (1:00 PM): Back in Brasov. Found a small cafe. Ordered something that looked vaguely familiar. It wasn't. But it was edible. And the coffee was strong.
- Afternoon (2:00 PM): Last wander around the Old Town Square. Soak it all in. The Black Church, the colorful buildings, the people… It's all beautiful.
- Packing & Departure (4:00 PM): Packed. The shot glass is safely tucked away in my bag, a testament to my questionable souvenir choices. Said goodbye to the pension owner (more hugs).
- Train Ride (5:00 PM): Train to my next destination. The melancholy folk music starts up again. I settle in for the ride, a little bit sad to be leaving.
- Verdict: Day 3: Brasov, you were… an experience. I came, I saw, I ate questionable meat, I got lost, I had my soul stirred, and I bought a truly awful souvenir. And I wouldn't trade it for the world.
The Post-Brasov Aftermath (This is where things get REAL messy, post-trip!)
- The Shot Glass Incident: That "limited edition" Dracula shot glass? It chipped on the first use. Sigh.
- The Language Barrier: I attempted to learn a few Romanian phrases. Mostly "hello," "thank you," and "where's the bathroom?" My pronunciation was… questionable. The locals were incredibly patient, though.
- The Food Coma: I ate SO MUCH Mămăligă. I’m still struggling to get it out of my system
- The Emotional Fallout: I came home a changed person. Brasov, with its beauty and melancholy, its history and charm, had a profound effect on me.
Okay, So You Want the Lowdown? My Absolutely Unfiltered FAQ
1. So… What *Is* This Thing Anyway?!
Ugh, well, if you're asking about *this* (gestures vaguely), it's supposed to be some kind of… FAQ. But let's be real, it's more like my brain barfing up answers. Think of it as a digital therapy session, but instead of a shrink, you get... *me*. And honestly, "therapy" might be overstating it. Mostly, it's just me rambling about stuff because I got bored and had a free hour... or five.
2. Why are you doing this and Why now?
Honestly, the question isn't *why* am I doing this, but more like *why not*? I'm between naps, my cat's decided my keyboard is the perfect napping spot (which, fair), and I had a sudden urge to… I dunno, *connect*? Or maybe I just wanted to see if I could keep your attention past the third sentence. Don't judge me .
3. Where do you even *get* these answers? Are they… real?
"Real," huh? Well, I'm pretty sure my name isn't a figment of my imagination, so, yeah, *somewhat* real. My answers? Pure, unadulterated, usually-unfiltered thoughts. If you were expecting perfectly polished prose and logical flow, honey, you've come to the wrong place. Think of it as the messy, unedited draft of my brain. And yes, before you ask, I have been told I'm a bit… much. But hey, at least I'm not boring!
*Sidenote:* I did once spend three hours on my university library, and the librarian asked me to be quiet or leave. So, again, the answers? Probably real, some of them may not be correct, it depends on what you are asking about.
4. Okay, okay, but like, *who* are you? Are you a bot? An alien? Some kind of… hybrid?
Whew, deep breaths. Look, all I can tell you is I'm me. And no, I'm not a bot. The machines haven't taken over *yet*. Though sometimes I suspect my brain is operating on outdated software. And as for being an alien… well, let's just say some people *do* find me a bit… otherworldly.
5. What are you **NOT** going to share?
Anything that could incriminate me, get me in trouble, or generally be a disaster. So, no, I'm not sharing my bank account details, my deepest darkest secrets (some are staying locked away, for now), or the password to my wifi. Look, some things are off-limits. It's called privacy, people!
6. Why are you talking in such a… well, unique style?
Pfft. Unique? Look, I'm just… me. This "unique style," as you call it, is the way my brain works. Things pop into my head. I often get side-tracked. Sometimes I'm sarcastic. I'm not claiming to be *good* at this, but I'm definitely not pretending to be someone I'm not. And honestly, trying to be "professional" is exhausting. Plus, people have always told me I should try and write. This is a start, I guess. It's the first time I've ever attempted this.
(Also, I had way too much coffee this morning. Don't judge.)
7. Okay, you're making me curious. What's one totally embarrassing thing that's happened to you?
Oh, *lord*. Okay, buckle up. This is gonna be rough. There's this one time, a few years ago, I was at a fancy gala. Let me paint the picture: expensive dress, hair that was, for once, actually cooperating, the whole shebang. I was feeling *good*. Feeling confident. And then... disaster struck.
I was walking, chatting, trying to look all sophisticated. And WHAM! I tripped. On nothing, mind you. Just air. Went sprawling. And the worst part? I landed *perfectly*, face-first, into a giant bowl of punch. Like, nose-deep in the sugary, fruity, alcoholic concoction.
The silence that followed... Oh. My. God. Everyone stopped. Stared. I could feel the color draining from my face. (Maybe the alcohol helped a little there). I scrambled up, dripping punch, lipstick smeared, hair plastered to my face. The whole room was trying not to laugh. I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.
I mumbled something about "gravity" and fled. Never went back to a gala since. The memory still makes me shudder. And to this day, I *hate* punch. So, yeah, that's my "totally embarrassing" story. It's a good one, right? ... Right?
8. What are your hobbies? What do you like?
Well, I do enjoy napping, for one. And reading. And, okay, I have a major weakness for reality TV. Don't judge. It's my guilty pleasure.
... I'm also really trying to get into painting, but my "art" mostly looks like abstract blobs. My cat enjoys it at least.
Oh, and I'm a *huge* fan of good food. Like, obsessed. Give me pasta, cookies, or chocolate, and I'm basically your best friend.
9. So, you said you're between naps, it seems like you don't work?
I do have a job, or a few. I work. I swear I get paid. It doesn't mean I always enjoy it. No, I don't have a job where I just get paid to be an "expert" in the world. However, I do find that sometimes I get paid to write. Sometimes you can write about personal experiences, or someone just needs a good writer. So, yeah I am glad for what I can do, but yes, I also enjoy napping, that is an added bonus in my life.
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