9008677655?profile=RESIZE_930xOld Parish Church Cemetery in Whitby, England

My obsession to travel to every site related to either the fictional Count Dracula or his real historical counterpart, Prince Vlad Dracula the Impaler, grew out of a visit to Whitby, England, where part of the novel Dracula takes place.  I stood on the cemetery hill (top) where, in Bram Stoker's Dracula Lucy Westenra and Mina Murray spent hour after hour sitting on their "favourite seat" (a bench placed over a suicide's grave near the edge of the cliff), gazing out toward the "headland called Kettleness" and the open North Sea beyond—while Count Dracula slept just beneath them. In my mind's eye, I could see the undead count rising at night from the flattened slab of the suicide's gravestone to greedily drink the blood of the living.

The graveyard where Dracula spent his days sleeping in the sepulcher of a suicide looks the part that it plays, with its weathered limestone tombstones blackened by centuries of the everpresent North Sea winds. That graveyard made the novel more visible, more visceral, to me, and I wondered if the sites in Transylvania and the remote mountains of southern Romania would evoke the same feelings. As I was to discover—they mmost certainly did.

At that moment I decided to visit and photograph every site in England and Romania that is closely related to either Bram Stoker's fictional Count Dracula or his historical counterpart, Prince Vlad Dracula the Impaler—to literally walk in their footsteps and to write a book about my experiences.

 9008677298?profile=originalGoth Girls Adorning Whitby's Bram Stoker Memorial Seat

Eventually I traveled along the "Dracula Trail" alone, using only public transportation, to some places that I'd seen before and to others I had only dreamed of, trying my best to systematically strip away the layers of myth about Count Dracula and Vlad the Impaler to find the reality within.  I discovered in broken stones and parchments signed in blood why Vlad's monstrous deeds in life would brand him forever with the name of Vlad Ţepeş (pronounced TZEH·pish), Romanian for Vlad the Impaler, soon after his death.

 9008677880?profile=originalVlad the Impaler surrounded by his victims

In my research and travels I discovered two fascinating coincidences that link the historical and the literary Draculas.  First and foremost is that Bram Stoker chose to name his villain "Dracula" based on the translation of the Romanian word dracul into "devil," never knowing that the historical woivode (prince) Dracula he had read about was also Vlad Ţepeş, with a horrific and compelling biography of his own.

9008678287?profile=RESIZE_930xHaystacks in Transylvania's Borgo Pass

Bram Stoker's Transylvania was the pipe dream of an armchair traveler with a genius for writing: real enough for the 19th-century reader, but bearing little resemblance to any Romania that ever existed. For example, Stoker wrote of "hay-ricks [haystacks] in the trees" based on illustrations of Transylvanian haystacks built around stakes, with the ends of the stakes poking out like branches. Thus generations of Dracula readers assumed that Transylvanians put their haystacks up in trees.



The second coincidence is the uncanny resemblance of the real sastle of Dracula, Vlad Ţepeş' fortress at Poenari — of which Stoker had no knowledge — to Count Dracula's fictional castle in Transylvania.  Perched on a remote peak near a glacial moraine in the Făgarăş Mountains of southern Romania and mirroring Count Dracula's fictional castle at the top of the Borgo Pass almost stone for stone, Poenari remains pristine and almost inaccessible.


One of my favorite places on the Dracula Trail is Sighişoara (population around 28,000) in Transylvania, the birthplace of Vlad Ţepeş. I was enchanted the moment I entered the city's UNESCO World Heritage Upper Town. All at once I was in the middle of a perfect storybook medieval village enclosed by thick fortress walls, with cobblestone streets and Easter-egg-colored houses leaning every which way. Guarding the town square Piaţa Cetăţii (above) is a spire-roofed and turreted 14th-century clock tower replete with carved wooden figures that circle a track to mark the passage of time.  In one window, a drummer plays to signal the hours; below the drummer, the angel of the night replaces the angel of the day at the final stroke of midnight.  In another window, gods and goddesses appear, changing for each day of the week.



But let's get back to Poenari, the real castle of Vlad Tepeş, built in the early 13th century. I had traveled to other remote, forbidding places before entering the almost lightless forest of Poenari.  Near Albania's southern border, I hiked the Vikos Gorge, a dozen miles from the nearest village of stone houses.  I baked beneath the unrelenting sun of the Timna Valley close to the Red Sea, where 120º in the shade is considered picnic weather. But never before or since have I felt the apprehension and isolation I did while climbing to Vlad's  mountaintop fortress at Poenari.  The forest was as quiet as a tomb; I can't recall hearing the song of even a single bird.

The ascent was exhausting (including climbing a concrete stairway of 1,480 steps). At last I arrived at the lone approach to the fortress, a wooden footbridge (see top left of the above photo). Of all the places I explored that are associated with Vlad Ţepeş, only at Poenari did I feel that he was somehow still keeping watch. Thousands of boyars and their families had been force-marched there from Tărgovişte to die rebuilding the castle for Prince Vlad; it was here that his treacherous brother Radu stormed the fortress with cannons, reducing the once courtly residence into broken turrets and formless rubble.  And it was here that Prince Dracula's wife cast herself from the highest window of the eastern tower, choosing a swift death over the torture of the stake.

Walk along the top of the thick fortress walls of Poenari, look northward, and you can see part of the Transfăgarăşan Road, leading to a glacial moraine and one of the deepest lakes in the world (according to local legend, a dragon sleeps at the bottom of the lake, and the villagers nearby will caution you not to throw stones in the water lest the dragon awake).  The view south from the fortress is straight down, to the Arges River far in the distance, and even farther, the road to the town of Curtea de Argeş.



Parts of this article have previously appeared in Romar Traveler.

In the Footsteps of Dracula:  A Personal Journey and Travel Guide, 2nd Edition is published and distributed by World Audience Publishers (http://worldaudience.powweb.com/pubs_bks/Dracula.html).

In the Footsteps of Dracula is also available at www.amazon.com.



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  • Thanks so much David!  While you'll find Bucharest almost unrecognizable in my book, places like Sighisoara still remain intact since medieval times.  You may well want to repeat your journey!  The best link to my book now is http://www.amazon.com/Footsteps-Dracula-Personal-Journey-Travel/dp/....

    Steve Unger

  • Your writing and photos remind me of the trip I took to some of these places 20 years ago. Spooky. I'll read your book!

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