I’m having
some writing block issues so apologies for the blog delays and if this one is
lacklustre.
Friday was
my first full day in Budapest
and I spent most of it in bed or with my head in a toilet- or at one stage bikini
clad I actually vomited in the pot plant on the rooftop terrace- class. Hung to
the over I was. It serves me right. Apparently I didn't take the hint I needed
to take it easy when I blacked out on the plane on the way over, cos as soon as
I felt better (thanks mostly to Magda the human beanstalk of a flight
attendant) I took on the mission to get rowdy upon my arrival to Budapest and
that is what happened…a somewhat classy dinner, turned to a boozy dinner,
followed by shots at Alatraz, and ruin bars.
After the
pot plant incident I realised I had exited the confines of my hotel room
prematurely and sought a couple of hours more refuge in the hotel room. Sarah
was great, providing me with coca cola which made me feel better and I settled
in watching BBC on rotation. I learnt some interesting facts about apples- Poland are the worlds biggest exporters of
apples (£490m industry), 90% of their exports went to Russia (20,000 apples in 80 trucks
per day). Now with the trade between Poland
and Russia ceasing-
basically Poland
are stuffed. Also watching BBC I decided
I’ve lost track of who is killing who, the Iraqis are killing themselves, ISIS
are living in medieval times bringing back the beheading to anyone and
everyone, and the Gaza strip is on fire- Egypt are even trying to broker
deals... So much bloodshed at present, it has got me thinking the world has
become really confused. (Trigger side tangent) I remember when I was little
hearing the same about the wars in Eastern Europe
thinking it would never end. I love the fact that now having travelled through Croatia , Bosnia
and Slovenia
and having a mix of Serbian and Croatian friends that live in peace how lucky I
am and hope that one day that the same can happen here. Although I actually
think there will be a tipping point at some stage in the UK and it will just cause more
madness. Perhaps that’s why I took so much more in of my hangover time
absorbing facts about apples…before donning my sunglasses and braving the
world… in aid of a kebab which, thankfully like bars- are everywhere.
The next day I woke up early with the James Bond mission to find Sarah a Kebab. On Jesus’s day of rest she suggested perhaps Tesco may not be open and I said ‘I didn’t know Tesco was catholic’ haha dumb moment Mones!!! I managed to complete the mission arriving triumphantly back to the hotel with an American Hot dog and bottles of bubbly- water this time though! Both of us retreated back to our beds and watched some more BBC before I decided to have a sauna and attempt to remove some of those pesky toxins out of my body. I then treated myself to a thai massage which was so painful I was cringing. I was mentally trying to figure out whether it was pleasure or pain, and then I realised as I watched real-time bruises appearing on my legs, that pain was the answer but when I asked her to do it more softly she seemed to punish me more exclaiming that I was soft and should’ve got an aroma massage instead.. I have never felt so violated in my life, I looked like I’d been paint balling and everyone was having shots at me. We treated ourselves to a lunch kebab and headed out to watch the Grand Prix. It was ridiculously funny walking in to an English bar and telling them all there is no point going for Hamilton because Ricciardo was going to win. To my amusement having started 7th on the grid he soon hit the lead and dominated the Belgian grand prix, the bucks party adjacent were rowdy and as I left Sarah there to head on yet another walking tour- (this time the communist Budapest walking tour) I said ‘Sarah i’m going, let me know when you are coming’ and the obnoxious fat English guy goes to me ‘I will make you come tonight’ to his dismay he scored a slap fair across his cheek.