Visited the castle in the mid seventies. I was on my way back from visiting a friend in Kosice heading toward Prague. It was in the middle of a full moon night, the moonlit ruins crowning the top of the mountain. I left the highway and turned into a kind of a dirt road, and camped out right there were the cross is. It was a kind of spooky, I will never forget. When the sun was up hiked up the hill and explored the eastern perimeters of the castle. I see the place has changed from a decaying structure to a fabulous historic monument.