Day 13. Budapest

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I awoke this morning amazed that I had survived all the red bull of the night before, but also to find that I had lost something, something rather important, my voice. It was technically still there, in that I could make sounds and generally be understood by people close by, but it was not my voice. 

I went out for a Goulash breakfast with bert the Canadian and then we met up with the other hostel guest attending and set out for out caving trip.  

The bus ride and waiting for the bus ride was long long long and hot hot hot. Either the tour is usually this unorganised or something did go wrong, but there was an issue with tickets and we were held waiting for ages in the heat. I felt very sorry for the lone guide, a weedy, muppet sounding Hungarian who was there to meet us. Us being a group of about 60-80 twenty something year old backpackers standing around him in an actually kind of threatening manner getting quite irate at both the wait and the insinuation that many of us would not be able to go. poor dude.

We did eventually get it sorted and get on the bus, I didn't mind the whole time though, chatting to people on the bus and making the most of it. 

The caving trip itself was spectacular, and apparently I love caving. Squiggling through tiny holes was fin, but the part I loved the most was trying to go fast. As fast as I could manage through moderately easy sections of cave. 

Some of the tight spaces were insane though, bits you would swear you were stuck in if you werent sure that the guides wouldn't lead you to your death. 

Due to the late start we got back not at 8pm as promised but closer to 10pm, but no worry after snarffing a kabab, a cold shower and a change, Will from the hostel who was "babysitting" (holding down the fort back at the hostel while the rest went out to party) marked the place on the map and off we went to catch up.

Tonights party was an open mic night, allowing any musically talented peeps to show off their stuff. Not so much fun for me, Ill rock the shit out of karaoke, but unaccompanied or playing an instrument is far far far beyond me.  Plus my voice was in an even worse state and that made talking to people very difficult. So I sat with some Irish dudes, watched the very musically talented Bert perform and was utterly hypnotised by a particular staff member who was MCing the event. I pegged him as an Aussie and he was just captivating doing this cute little dance up on stage off to the side a bit.There was just something about him.

Mush to my joy I saw my baby pommies (that I met in Berlin) and Eddie (the freakishly tall Irish dude I rode from Berlin to Prague with) spinning out and being very happy to them all.   

Being tired, musically untalented and voicless I decided to call it a night and went back to the hostel nice and early. Early being sometime close to midnight.