For whatever reason, my departure from Budapest was also a mess. It started yesterday. For my last day, I felt like lazing around. I had started to feel a bit cold-ish and even homesick-ish. So I spent the day in bed, watching movies online. “The Fall” is incredible, by the way...
Later in the evening I felt up for getting some fresh air, so I decided to check out Cafe Montmartre, where some of the girls that I met the other night are waitresses. None of them were working, but luckily Edit was there hanging out. I joined her and I talked with the waitresses and the boss about my travels and my life in New York and heard a bit of their stories, as well. The girls were all my age and so nice! They told me that Hungarian girls have deep friendships, like sisters, and that the competitive thing we have back home simply doesn’t exist. They talked to me about their love of American culture- they feel so bad for Britney, and for Jennifer Aniston since Angelina stole her man! haha
They introduced me to the local homeless man who frequents the bar and helps out in exchange for food and drink. I also met some bar regulars, a couple of which were American. They told me that it was easy for them to leave the States because while living there, they always felt out of place. I could relate, but I guess I haven’t found that place where I felt that I fit in exactly, either...
After a couple drinks and a bar tab that was WAY too low, Edit and I headed to the club where we met a few days before. My DJ friend and some of his friends were already there. It was strange because he said he had stopped by my hostel looking for me the last two nights, and here we are running into each other. Anyway, we all joined up and had another fab night at what has proven to be my favorite spot in Budapest.
It’s funny- I have been very good about buying a post card from each city I visit, and after five days in Budapest, I still forgot. I don’t know what I was doing there, really; I have no idea. Budapest is a city of smoke and lies. The air is thick with music and penetrating stares. It is a city I love to hate. Or do I hate to love....?
I woke up late- I didn't hear my alarm and one of my hostel roommates kindly woke me up and I ran to the taxi I had reserved downstairs. However, once inside, I couldn't find my debit card and was scared I left it at the hostel, so I had him take me back. I looked upstairs and couldn't find it. I ran back down, and no joke, it was RIGHT on top of my carry-on bag..? I think Budapest did it to me so I'd miss my flight. I figured it out though, and got a new taxi. I’m on to Athens via Rome. I’ll tell you all about it.
-H*
Pics from Budapest: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2144654&l=279eb&id=22001348
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When in Greece...this is really gross but you can't flush toilet paper. Used toilet paper has to go into the provided wastebaskets in bathrooms. This is because the pipes are too small to handle toilet paper. Gross, I know but necessary if you don't want to cause a bathroom flood.
Also, don't miss the changing of the guard on the hour, every hour at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier up the stairs for Sytagma Square. It can't be missed- and the soldiers wear skirts!
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