What a weekend! In reality it is more of a week, since we only have three days of classes. I'm learning how easy it is to make new friends... in some cases it is as easy as saying "jo este" and waving to everyone you see. We ended up spending all weekend with a group of guys from Britain, Canada, Ireland, and San Jose, who met each other at their hostel. The Canadian (who it is fairly safe to say is insane) quickly developed a bromance with Baber, and spent all Friday (after crashing on our couch) getting wasted with him. From the moment they woke up at 4pm, they drank, drank, went to the liquor store, drank, got gyros, drank.... until passing out again around 1 am. I'm all for benders, but all they did was yell about midgets, Big Macs, internet LOLspeak, and how they're going to hell.
Yesterday was awesome, one of the USF mentors, Lazsi, took our whole group to rent giant orange bicycles that do all they can to announce that we are tourists. We then went on a 20 mile bike ride to a quaint little town called Szientendre. It was a long, hot ride, but pretty much flat the whole way. Besides being the most picturesque, cliche little European village ever, all we did was get some pizza and pickles (which are a staple side dish on many menus here, much to our delight). But it was so nice to be on a bicycle again. After getting back to Budapest around 9:30pm, the group decided to go home, change, shower, and meet back up at 11:30 at Szimpla (we need to find a new bar). Deciding to opt out on the shower/change, Carolina and I decided to ride our bikes to Margit Island (in the river between Buda and Pest) and drink a beer on the riverbank, since we had the bikes for 24 hours. It was lovely time save for the part where we were almost raped, murdered, and thrown in the river by a Hungarian tweaker. Well, I can't really be sure what he was up to, but he was completely not normal, did not have good intentions, and did have an accomplice hiding in the bushes. Luckily, we hopped on our bikes and got the fuck out of there. After our terrifying encounter, we needed another drink even though we were supposed to be meeting everyone very soon, so we stopped at B City Pub on the same block as our house, and met two British guys who had just gotten into town. We shared some Jim Beam and then tugged them along to Szimpla with us (made them run while we biked slowly).
Reuniting with hostel boys at Szimpla (which led to Baber staying the night at their hostel) solidified the three day long friendship we formed with them, and we met up with them again today at the baths to assuage the pain of the 90 and humid weather, then went out to the fanciest dinner I've ever gotten for under $20. It's really exciting to meet other people who are traveling Europe, and we'll actually be in Prague at the same time as them next weekend. At least for now, Carolina and I have altered our after-college goal to opening hostels around the world.
My goal for this week: spending no money. and sleeping more.
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SLEEP WHEN YOU'RE DEAD.
Yay! Simone's having a good time in Hungary! I agree with Katelyn that you can sleep when you're dead, but who doesn't enjoy their bed? At least now (and by that I mean the "alive" stage of your existence) you can relish the pain of having to scramble out from underneath the covers in the morning. Let's see, there's not much else to say that we didn't already cover via Skype, so let me just tell you again that you need to locate, purchase, and devour Watchmen.
Humbly yours,
AJ and his Vodka
'hostels united' do it!
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