Day 14. Budapest
Feeling much better, with somewhat of a voice to call my own I got up and ready for a big day of walking and bike tours. I scoped out the best coffee in town and intended to hit up the Jewish quarter for that and a few vintage stores I had heard about.
I went for breakfast with Morton, a Danish guy in his early thirties from my hostel I had been chatting to the past two nights. We wandered the Jewish quarter and ended up finding a super cheap 900HUF each breakfast of a nice sandwich and fresh homemade lemonade at a cute little very privately owned bar. Probably the cheapest meal in all of Budapest.
I said goodbye to Morten for the time being and set to flanning (touristically wandering) the Jewish quarter. And I fell in love rather quickly. The thing about this area is that is is heritage listed and therefore can not be altered (also is tragically empty as the majority of Hungarian Jews were simply and mercilessly shot and thrown in the Danube, Budapest actually has a very small Jewish population due to this). But in any case this area, tragic as its history is, has a special kind of beauty, it has this rustic, shabby, distressed look to it as well as many ruins and is really pretty lovely.
After some shopping at these wicked cool vintage shops and a crackalackin' good coffee, I made my way to another part of town for a bike tour. Unfortunately the bastards wouldn't take me as I was the only one to show up.
But I got to see some more of the city and made a 30second long friendship in these people who wanted a photo with me. I dont now why, but whatever, thats what life is all about I think, embrace the moments.
So rented a bike (from another place, both closer to home and that hadnt pissed me off by refussing to take me on a tour) and explored.
I rode to the other end of Pest and visited the Terror Museum, a Nazi and Communist museum that had me crying within the first two minets.
Next I went up to the Heroes Square and a stunning park, the (fake) castle and palace, fake because no royals ever lived there and just generally enjoyed the prettiness and vibe.
Speaking of tattoos, there mearly a hideous moment when I met this fellow, a staff member known as C3 who I proudly displayed my "super bogan southern cross tatt" to before seeing the spectacularly authentic looking souther cross tattoo on his arm. After a horrifying moment where I thought I had really put my foot in it, I then realised he was actually a normal, non-boagan Aussie with really goos tatts drawn on. Latter in the night he let me add a bunch of tatts on, including sext chicks, a unicorn and a realistic eye. As I was drawing, wacking out shitty drunk sketches really quickly a bit of a crowd gathered and marvelling at me. I had this odd moment thinking how strange it was to be showing off this particular skill at a bar. Not expected.
That hypnotising guy from the night before was at it again, tonight dressing as a trailer trash skank, turns out he is American and not afraid to show a little midrift.
This night truly was one of the best nights of my life.
I drank (from buckets), I danced (to awesome karaoke songs like Hey Yah and Bohemian Rhapsody), I raped (Eminem songs at karaoke) and just behaved like a maniac.
I was bought many a bucket of drink (to share) by an Aussie guy I had met on the caving trip who could not handle the "play money" that was the Hungarian currency and as he didn't know the value he decided to, "fuck-it" and buy drinks for everyone.
This bar was fantastic as it was stock market themed. Meaning that the drinks prices were displayed on a screen and fluctuated as the stock market does. The idea was to watch the prices and buy when things were cheap. This mathematic/witch craft being too much for my drunk little brain I was very grateful for the free buckets of booze.
At one point I was picked up by a ragging drunk Australian and carried across the dance floor and promptly dropped on a stack of chairs.
Bruises to follow.
The night had a weird end as everyone just kind of disappeared at about midnight, the ragging drunk Aussie then face-raped me (kissing without warning) and I decided that his group was probably not the one to follow, so after taking an opportunity to trick him into being slapped on the arse by two large dudes I followed a group of people in a variety of bizarre costumes. turned out they were not from one of the BPH hostels. After some bizarre photos and me pretending to steal a girls phone I got a cab home and slept.
This does sum up the end of my night nicely.
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