So, the fun Budapest. I remember when I visited it for the second time (in total there were three times, the last one – last weekend), the fun greeted us as soon as we arrived. Then, very early in the morning, we arrived in Budapest by minibus from Belgrade. Maybe that minibus was somewhat illegal or otherwise non-standard, because they let us off not in the center, but at some suburban station.
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It was five in the morning, just dawned, we were maximally tired and minimally slept. Why didn’t we sleep? Try to sleep in a packed minibus (unless you can sleep sitting with a straight back) with almost zero legroom.
As if that wasn’t enough, the girl sitting next to me babbled in Hungarian on the phone for almost an hour, which even reduced that minimal chance of dozing off to zero. I won’t lie, at that moment I wanted to hit her on the back so hard that the phone would fall out of her hand, roll under the seats, fall out through the hole in the minibus floor, and be run over by the same minibus wheel.
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But I didn’t do that, because – what if I got hit on the back myself? And then thrown out in the middle of the night? Oh, and besides, it was a girl, hitting girls is not nice.
