We leave tomorrow. In the early hours with probably only a handful, if any, hours of sleep under our belts we fly from Budapest back to Stanstead on the 6:20 flight. I wonder if the Ryanair cabin crew will still be so cheery at that time in the morning. My guess is that they probably will be, fuelled by Irish spirit and the joy of selling cigarettes by the carton. It's been a good time and I hope I don't wait another six years before going travelling again.
Our final night in Belgrade was again punctuated with the consumption of Balkan liquor and dancing on boats. I managed to lose track of Poya at about 2am and didn't see him again until 6am when, with a flourish, he enthusiastically woke me up to inform me we had to leave for our 6:45 train to Budapest. He had managed to stay up all night, get someone else drunkenly into a taxi for their flight, eat a burger, feel sick on a boat for about an hour after drinking 'some blue shots', and eventually wake me up for the train. Well done him. I would've failed in reaching the train without his help as I had already happily slept through one of my alarms. Tip: when you need to get a 6:45 train do not go to bed at 04:30. Although, our flight tomorrow is really early and I think we plan on not sleeping. Perhaps we will inadvertently win ourselves some extra holiday. Insurance covers new flights due to sleep, right?
Budapest is good. It's really nice to walk around in and there's a huge amount of interesting, unique bars including ones built inside old abandoned buildings. However, I don't think so-called 'party towns' are generally for me. We went on a pub crawl and my idea of fun is not being led around by a gruff sounding man who is prone to shouting things such as 'Come on you pussies' and 'Let's get wasted!' My reaction to that is generally 'Do we have to?', 'Can't we just sit down?', or 'Does anyone have chess?' Obviously I enjoy drinking and meeting people but the regimented, macho nature of it all seemed a bit forced. We went to a Spa Party (ingenuously named Sparty) two nights ago. That was really fun; I'm not sure I've been drunk/swimming before. Although I found it odd that as soon as people are surrounded by a translucent liquid their drive for public fornication seems to sky rocket; the edge of the pool was just a public gallery of people's sex faces.
So yeah, trip done. Writing here done. Here are some more disconnected things:
Distance cycled: 652 miles
Things I've lost/left behind: one t-shirt, one pair of shorts, one pair of flip-flops (good riddance), one pair of sunglasses, one bicycle helmet, one bicycle pump, one bicycle (sold!). Sounds like a line up on The Generation Game.
Albania had so many car washes. If your car gets dirty every 10 metres then you are seemingly covered. I was speaking to Poya about this and he thought they are probably fronts for criminal activity. I thought this made sense.
We saw a fountain here that presented its water in time to music. I liked that a lot.
I did not finish ny book.
My plan for this blog was to slowly turn it into a purely ice cream review over the course of the trip. Unfortunately, due to losing contact with my friend Google for a week I didn't think I had enough time to do it successfully. Ah well. I'm sure you can all agree it would've been very funny.
Our final night in Belgrade was again punctuated with the consumption of Balkan liquor and dancing on boats. I managed to lose track of Poya at about 2am and didn't see him again until 6am when, with a flourish, he enthusiastically woke me up to inform me we had to leave for our 6:45 train to Budapest. He had managed to stay up all night, get someone else drunkenly into a taxi for their flight, eat a burger, feel sick on a boat for about an hour after drinking 'some blue shots', and eventually wake me up for the train. Well done him. I would've failed in reaching the train without his help as I had already happily slept through one of my alarms. Tip: when you need to get a 6:45 train do not go to bed at 04:30. Although, our flight tomorrow is really early and I think we plan on not sleeping. Perhaps we will inadvertently win ourselves some extra holiday. Insurance covers new flights due to sleep, right?
Early morning Poya making sure I'm ready for the train.
Budapest is good. It's really nice to walk around in and there's a huge amount of interesting, unique bars including ones built inside old abandoned buildings. However, I don't think so-called 'party towns' are generally for me. We went on a pub crawl and my idea of fun is not being led around by a gruff sounding man who is prone to shouting things such as 'Come on you pussies' and 'Let's get wasted!' My reaction to that is generally 'Do we have to?', 'Can't we just sit down?', or 'Does anyone have chess?' Obviously I enjoy drinking and meeting people but the regimented, macho nature of it all seemed a bit forced. We went to a Spa Party (ingenuously named Sparty) two nights ago. That was really fun; I'm not sure I've been drunk/swimming before. Although I found it odd that as soon as people are surrounded by a translucent liquid their drive for public fornication seems to sky rocket; the edge of the pool was just a public gallery of people's sex faces.
So yeah, trip done. Writing here done. Here are some more disconnected things:
Distance cycled: 652 miles
Things I've lost/left behind: one t-shirt, one pair of shorts, one pair of flip-flops (good riddance), one pair of sunglasses, one bicycle helmet, one bicycle pump, one bicycle (sold!). Sounds like a line up on The Generation Game.
Albania had so many car washes. If your car gets dirty every 10 metres then you are seemingly covered. I was speaking to Poya about this and he thought they are probably fronts for criminal activity. I thought this made sense.
We saw a fountain here that presented its water in time to music. I liked that a lot.
I did not finish ny book.
My plan for this blog was to slowly turn it into a purely ice cream review over the course of the trip. Unfortunately, due to losing contact with my friend Google for a week I didn't think I had enough time to do it successfully. Ah well. I'm sure you can all agree it would've been very funny.
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