'The girl with kaleidoscope eyes...'

Last night we went out and found a bar that did double shots for the equivalent of about 85p. That was cool. We also met our first english speaking roomies, a couple of American guys from Chicago. We got a relatively early night, being in bed around half 11/12ish, and they rocked up a bit later, compleeetely wasted.
"Maaan, I'm so shitfaced"
"I'm schnootfaced..."
"The rooom is spiiining.... liiike aa kaleidooooscooope"

So we got up early again and headed off for Budapest, having had a brilliant couple of days in Bratislava. I'd definitely recommend it to anyone who wants to see more of Europe, though I'd encourage you to stick to the center.

We got to Budapest with no trouble, and I led us confidently in the opposite direction of the hostel. Upon realising this shortly later I turned us around and found the hostel relatively easily with the now-furious Mr.Brown. Hostel is somewhat of a glorification; we're pretty much in some guys house, where he's filled a room with 8 beds. I quite like it, because the owner is American and its all very laid back and relaxed. Ollie is somewhat less impressed. Anyway. We've now eaten, and are going to get an earlyish night in anticipation of many hours of sightseeing tomorrow.
And now over to the more literate half of this blog...
Rob x

Seeing as Rob has already covered the important parts of our last 24 hours, I'll simply add detail.
Important factual details, that everyone should remember, like I booked the hostels with the sports bars, pretty receptionists and free internet access. I then let Rob book the next hostel.

This trip just got interesting.
After another of Rob's hilarious unplanned excursions into the charmingly dangerous residential areas of Eastern Europe we found our hostel. I say that, we actually found our hostel's name on a buzzer/bell.
'Hi we're here to check in?'
'oh..er..name?'
'It's under Cresswell'
'oh ..cool..first floor, door 7' *Gate buzzes open*
We went, as instructed, up a flight of stairs and along a balcony until we reached door number 7. It has since become clear to me that either Rob thinks research is overrated, wanted to expand our horizons, or felt that I was too uninformed on words like 'chakra' and 'marijuana'.
What's happened here, is two bearded Americans have bought a flat, filled it with beds, and charge 9 euros a night for the use of one. Which is fine, I whole heartedly encourage the enthusiasm of the independent entrepreneur. However, and excuse my waspish high horse judgement here, the flat we're in is adorned with orange curtains, lots of paintings of trees and elephants, astrology charts, a suitcase nailed to the wall, next to the african tribal carving, and a hookah pipe on the kitchen table.
There is also a noticeable array of beards, dreadlocks, and sandals. None of which I'm against, I'm thrilled to be experiencing new environments, and who doesn't like posters of Buddha over their bed? But at first glance it's at the least, out of my comfort zone. Anyway, Budapest is a big, busy, noisy city the delights of which we'll fully explore tomorrow.

So it's here that I leave you, very happy between the pile of sandals and the broken wireless, to enjoy more of the Beatles and Dylan songs spilling gently from the kitchen
Ollie x