After a quick breakfast I made the boring and un noteworthy train ride, bout seven hours total, to Budapest.
When I arrived I am embarrassed to admit that it took me a good five minuets to find my way out of the labyrinth that is Budapest train station under construction. Seriously, I was stuck in the station. Lol. Found my way eventually and followed the detailed instructions with a few hiccups but I did find my way to the hostel relatively quickly. I even caught the tram, after which disembarking, I realised that I was probably supposed to pay for, but didn't. In my excitement and eagerness to find the place, paying simply slipped my mind. Oops!
Arriving at the hostel, which is a gorgeous old building and completely unmarked on the outside, up a stunning and lavish, but antique and distressed looking, (which I love) stair well and into the hostel that seriously feels more like I am staying in a group house than a hostel. A detailed introduction to Budapest by Claudia, or Claws as she is known and map of the city, cups of tea and a relaxing vibe latter and the immediately social vibe was sinking in.
There are some cool people here already, though a lot of them are leaving tomorrow, but more will come. I decided to scratch Bratislava and extend here for two more nights. Hopefully that will be a good call.
I signed up right away for the jäger train party tonight, not quite understanding what exactly a jäger train is.
Away we went, (after all ordering in some pizza as a group) to the ruin bar for the famed jäger train. We, quite a small hostel, met up with our three sister hostels there, so there were a whole heap of backpackers. And some colourful characters indeed.
The jäger train is, as it happens, where they set up a whole stack of glasses of red bull and balance the shots of jäger on the edges and then all in one go set them off like a domino chain. All the jäger dropping into the other glasses. You then go and collect your five. That's right five jäger bombs and all do the first one together. I somehow, astonishingly drank all my jäger bombs and remained standing and was able to speak all night. The night I was there, was apparently a particularly awesome jager train night, seeing an astonishing 450 shots set up ready to domino and then be drunk.
Back at the hostel I and a Canadian guy fell asleep on the bean bags in the common room, waking up at about seven in the morning and finally having the bright idea to go to bed.
A fun night was had by all.
Side note. But, you may ask, surely a lot of alcohol and red bull is spilt when the jager train goes off, isn't that wasteful? Well, no. The good old BPH (Budapest Party Hostels) has what they call "Dregs". Now, it is important to also know that they also have a facebook blog that details the craziest shit that happens each day in Budapest. Another element of this page is the weekly vote for Dregs. That is, the person who has fucked up the worst that week is allocated Dregs. But what exactly are Dregs? After the jager train does its thing, the table is scraped and the spilt drink is collected in a bucket and given to the bearer of that week's Dregs to be drunk as a punishment.
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