Last night on the train was pretty bad. I didn't fall asleep until after 2am with all the worry of "professional thieves" and the discomfort of the narrow sleeper. When I finally did fall asleep, it was just a short time before I was awakened by obnoxious banging on the door by Immigration. Many of the border crossings I experienced in this part of Europe involved huge, blunt, Immigration/Customs officials being generally unfriendly and gruff. This crossing was no different, and of course, we had to deal with both the Serbians and then the Hungarians.
I got in to Budapest at about 6am. I was pretty tired, but opted to walk the thirty minutes or so to the hostel instead of dealing with the complex tram and subway directions I got off Retox Party Hostel's website. And yes, that's right, we had a booking at a hostel called Retox, like the opposite of detox.
Of course, arriving at the hostel, it was too early to check in and get a bed. But a guy called Floyd, who had been partying all night, let me in, showed me the common room and told me I could chill there. There were two attractive girls sleeping on the common room sofas. They were just waking and going to their rooms, so one offered me her sofa and still-warm pillow. I curled up there with my sleeping bag and ear plugs and got a few hours sleep.
Later on I checked in then went to a supermarket to have some food and beers ready for Karol's afternoon arrival. Then I met up with Karol, introduced him to the group of Aussie lads I'd met in Bosnia and Serbia who would be our posse for the next week. We all got started on the afternoon beers at the hostel bar, which was the ground floor.
Memories of the rest of the day are pretty blurry, but I'm pretty sure it was fun and ended up in a bar called Morrisons for cheap drinks which the hostel had organised.
I got in to Budapest at about 6am. I was pretty tired, but opted to walk the thirty minutes or so to the hostel instead of dealing with the complex tram and subway directions I got off Retox Party Hostel's website. And yes, that's right, we had a booking at a hostel called Retox, like the opposite of detox.
Of course, arriving at the hostel, it was too early to check in and get a bed. But a guy called Floyd, who had been partying all night, let me in, showed me the common room and told me I could chill there. There were two attractive girls sleeping on the common room sofas. They were just waking and going to their rooms, so one offered me her sofa and still-warm pillow. I curled up there with my sleeping bag and ear plugs and got a few hours sleep.
Later on I checked in then went to a supermarket to have some food and beers ready for Karol's afternoon arrival. Then I met up with Karol, introduced him to the group of Aussie lads I'd met in Bosnia and Serbia who would be our posse for the next week. We all got started on the afternoon beers at the hostel bar, which was the ground floor.
Memories of the rest of the day are pretty blurry, but I'm pretty sure it was fun and ended up in a bar called Morrisons for cheap drinks which the hostel had organised.
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