Hater’s goinna hate, cheater’s goinna cheat.
Budapest is a cloudy city ruined by Nazi’s in the 40’s, communists until the 90’s, and tourists after that.
I’m not talking about those DSLR loving flowered shirt tourists carrying paper travelers checks and staying at the local Radisson. I’m talking 19 year old American students who are cool enough to study abroad and can drink green liquor ‘all day’, along with Spanish clubbing couples and single groups of boys and girls alike all looking for love in the concrete capitalist ruins of a failed communist empire. And who would never fathom putting the dishes away.
1: Hey man, what’d you do last night?
2: Dude, dude. It was the best night out ever last night. Well, at least one of the best. It was up there man. Dude.
Boy 1 tries to drink orange juice through a straw and look cool at the same time.
1: So, like. What’d you do man?
2: Well, I went to this, like, club, but it was a bath house. So there’s like 200 people drinking and dancing in their swimsuits man. You should have seen these chicks man. Plus, the beers were like 1 dollar, so I had like eleven or twelve man. I don’t even know. Great night man. I got pretty wasted. Probably do it again tonight. We should party.
Anyways, between conversations like this and learning in the elevator, against my will, about which guy is goinna take Jenny to bed that night (probably in the top bunk), I’ve had enough of eves dropping.
But Budapest! Budapest is a great city! What are you talking about!?!?!?!?
Yeah, its really cool. Here we can catch the lunch special at classy restaurants and pretend we’re rich. We can listen to live Gypsy music being played at our table for the cost of an awkwardly avoided tip. We can dodge electric street cars and drop rocks of bridges, drink cheap wine and take pictures of beautiful buildings next to communist concrete. We can stay in a super clean hostel FACTORY. But, in the end, Budapest is just another stop for the backpacking trailblazer, and I won’t miss it when it’s gone.
It’s not all rotten tomatoes. In our 4 bed dorm, Krys and I had 3 nights with no roommates. We got tickets to see a ballet tonight, and are stoked for our trip to Eger, the wine region of Hungary. We saw a killer Pink Floyd tribute and ate some halfway-decent Mexican food.
Hungary is cloudy, but when the snow storm hits, we’ll be on a train. And trains rock.