Maybe I should say: the magnificent 11 Draculas and his bride. Why? Ok, let’s rewind.
In late January David from the UK wanted to book a tour with us. Him and his friends were coming here for his stag party so they wanted a customized tour: a combination of partying, good fun, sightseeing, hiking.
Now here comes the best part. As a joke, his friends insisted in dressing him up as The bride of Dracula. They would be dressed as Draculas.
So far, so good. But there’s more to the story. They asked me if they could bring David on the airplane dressed like that. Well, I thought, Boy George can travel all over the world costumed like at a carnival of sins….right? So it should not be a problem.
Anyway, the bride and the men arrived in Romania. No incidents.
Early morning. I am in the lobby, waiting for the guys. I hear people from the staff discussing and laughing their asses off about the costumed guys. I could not help myself so I went to them and said: well, I am supposed to take them on tour today. Will it be embarassing, you think?
It turned out that the guys were respectable men, good sense of humour, or as they put it themselves: shit english humour.
We had a great day, with plenty of sun, great traditional food, amazing landscapes. In the evening, after the return, they went for their private party in Bamboo. I do not want to know what happened there. What happens in the club..stays in the club 🙂0