sleepy in prague

ok well the plan that was originally to stay in bratislavia for 2 nights was extended for 3 more to make 5 night stay in total.the 3rd night we met some rather interesting irish girls who were travelling together around the cheaper parts of europe.lovely girls the lot of them but for the life of me at no point could i ever get all of their names right in one go and so forth led to much confusion in my head whilst trying to talk to them.shane however didn't seem to have the same problem at all and managed to befriend one of them very well and as far as i know always got her name right.personally i think it was the cups of tea we were feeding them all the trime that kept them talking to us, never beat a good cuppa after a bit of a razz on the night life eh?
that same night we met what i can only describe as the most untidy bunch of travellers i have ever met in my life....well to b fair they were all from liverpool so what can you expect???no but they were a good bunch of people generally just the mess after the first night of drinking was something else that you wouldnt expect in a hostel, oh well so it still continued on the next night with plentyful drink and mess again....not that we minded as the hostel turned into one huge social mass in the common room something that it hadnt been for the few days before hand.sorry if this isnt making any kind of real sense but to be fair the whole time in bratislavia i was fairly well lubricated with the old alcohol so not all of it is completely clear in my head and as shane is in bed right now i cant exactly as him for reference not that he saw much except from pots of gold if u get me lol....ahem.....although i do have to say that the bbq with the irish girls was somewhat more coordinated as we even had a salad and a marinated course which of course wasnt present last time due to the lack of people to fill the roles of the women at the bbq, incoming bbq politics discussion with remaining people of the hostel actuallty turned out ok witht he argreement that the women should do the prep whilst we cook the meat ggrrrr manly....however one of the crowning glories of the time there was an english guy showing an aussie how to light a bbq.....so not natural as it was shane as well....
after finally realising what we were ment to be doing in the first place we packed up and left to regain the route along the danube towards budapest, first night made it to gyor a little city just south about 70km and slept in a small campsite behind a b&b kinda thing. the second night is the interesting one as shane is uncapable of sticking to any kind of direction or course we have planned we eneded up missing the danube bend and heading south through the buda hills accompanied by signs for no horses and carriages, tractors and something else that resembled a bicycle but we couldnt be sure so we continued along the road anyways...untill we realised how close we were to budapest and the realisation that we could in fact make it from one capital to the other in 2 days of riding, but annoyingly after calling around we found no accomadation avaliable to us at all so we continued on towards the capital not knowing exactly where we would stop untill we saw the sign for a place called nimrod, ment to be a little b&b taht we thought it would be nice to stay in before budapest but when we eventually found it we saw the lights on but no one home, litterally so using our noodle we stayed for a while and waited to see if anyone showed up with shane occupying us by going and buying a couple of beers from the only thing that was open, local bar. hours past with no sign of life in the building so we decided we would stay the ngith anyway, and after getting the tranjear going and a few more beers we spread out the sleeping bags on their patio just behind the bulding and got some kip before being awoken by the sun at about 5, this being the signal for us to start moving and packing up our belongings we headed to the nearest petrol station in search of croissants and toilets and being succesfull we were very pleased with our free night and good breakfast and the promise of a good bed that night.being only 21km outside budapest now was a envigourating experience as it seemed to fill us with energy that allowed us to both conquerthe buda hills with ease and pass our 3000 mile mark in the same morning although a view over the city would have topped it off we had to settle for some workmen cutting grass and a bilboard of roger federer and some kind of fragrence. so in a rather good mood and knowing we had made it this far without a map and evetually finding the right hostel and after i had a complete tyre failure with my inner tube explaoding i was forced to walk my bike through the swealtering streets of budapest whilst shane hightailed it along to get the reservation sorted out. and guess who was at our hostel!!!none other than the liverpublians from bratislavia, not that it wasnt planned or anything lol.after saying hello to all again and being socialble with a couple of people in our room we ended up drinking with them and an amazing game called touch the cup, with international drinking rules being applied at the same time. needless to say as the unexperienced one of the group i got hit for the first 3 drinks and my run of bad luck continued untill i got hit for another 3 in a row later on and on the last one realising it wasd going to come back up on me i excused myself from the table and adjurned to the toilet.after in my rather anibreated state managing to make it to a club with everyone i came back andcaused a rather interesting argument between two of the liverpublians and immediately proceeded to start hurling my guts up, 2 hours later im being pushed into my tope bunk bed in my room by 3 guys and left to die in peace.needless to say the next morning when i awoke after getting it all out of my system i felt right as rain and charged up to the guys to firstly thank them for helping me out and secondly to annoy the living hell out of them by beign all chirpy and happy whilst they all still clearly suffer from their efforts in the game the night before.that day not much happened untill we decided to go caving in the buda hills, that afternoon.taking along one of the american girsl from the liverpool room we joined the group of american guys and a mix of girls from all over the place, but the gusy did all seem to be american and of course when we got inside(shane not being in my group as he joined the group being the only male surrounded by 9 girls...ahem...)they proceeded to egg each other on and compete to see obviously who is the bigger man but when caving that isnt a good idea so me being a bit smaller managed to show them all up by not only getting through every tight space but doing ti alot quicker and without bragging about it but just making small little comments to make sure they knew what was going on, oh the fun of bursting people's bubbles.....not that im harsh lol.it was a interesting experience all round with the winnie the poo hole and the globe room and the room without a name room.im not joking the guide was pointing to rocks and calling them name and we all looked at each other as if to say what were they smoking when they names all these things???then telling us that there had been a concert down in one of them at one point?well that was interesting to hear.......
after eventually returning from the caves to the hostel we had a couple of drinks and shane dragged me out to a bar called nothing but the blues bar which seemed in fact to play nothing but thrash metal....not exactly my cup of tea, and after talking to his new female friends that im sure would be interesting somewhere but didnt seem to have and opinion on anything i spoke about poo for about 10 minutes then left as i couldnt be bothered any more hoping that my choice of topic conveyed my enthusiasm for the ones i was left talking to.
the next day we headed out into the touristy part of budapest and climbed up to the citadel and castel and roayl palace to be confronted by some of the most amazing views over a city that we have been afforded since going up the cupola in rome.comign down and heading towards hero's square once again we are both dumbfounded by the sheer size of this place and the scale on which the hero's are being celebrated and so we decide to name thm all and guess what they were doing, after commenting on their facial hair to depict their character(and i swear if one more person calls me santa i might kill them)if u could see me you might understand.especially in the red boiler suit from the caving.that evening we went to the baths and after meeting a new zealander who was uncapable of getting out of the whirlpool she ended up coming back to our hostel for food and drinks that night and the group of us including people from my room headed out to get drink and eneded up sitting by the danube peacefully drinking on our last nigth with the knowlege that me and shane had an early morning train to catch he headed off to bed soon leaving me the german and then new zealander sitting at watching the sun coming up over our heads illuminated the buda side in the earl morning haze whilst finishing our drinks.finally returning to the hostel i wake shane up and we head out towards the train station leaving the new zealander in my bed as i wasnt usign it and she didnt know how to get back to her hostel at that time in the morning so i said sleep here ive paid for it so why not use it?makes sense no?it wasnt untill we got to the stationa dn asked about that we realised that our train actually left from another station so racing across budapest at 5 in the morning we make it in time to get our carriage and get the bikes on and i proceed to start to fall asleep almost straight after having the tickets checked only to be awoken about 6 times during the jouney by different officials for passports and tickets to be shown and having to explain that i thought shane was in the toilet at one point and blagging my way through telling him he was english so no need to worry....as it seemed to work with all of the other border control officials that we meet, international secret password....british...
anyways all that done we get to prague with no maps so have to start to guess where wear going and afte ri argue witht he exchange guy about rates shane finds a big map and immediately as we head out we go in the complete wrong diection and as a matter of luck we end up on the road we were ment to be on anyways and a phone call later we end up at the hostel and find the biggest drom in the world i swear, about 100 beds in one large sports hall type room but never mind it seems like it should be fun anyways, right im off now to smash a guitar around the head of a guy who has been sitting next to me playing and singing out of tune for the last hour so
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