It's kind of weird being in a foreign city on your own
When you've always been with at least one or five other people at all times.
I realised last night that my last post didn't talk much about the amazing time I had here and how I don't really want to leave. But there are airports to tackle, friends to see, my aunt to stay with, Switzerland to travel across train on.
Cole left this morning at 5:50 and I was awake, my body is in this hyper-sensitive state preparing for flying and organising and of course I have an irrational fear that I will sleep through my alarm set to go off at 4:30am, I'm getting picked up by the taxi bus between 5:40 and 5:50 and I need to be ready for my obsessive checking of tickets, passport, money, credit card until I am in the van. Then there will be my last sights of Budapest, and a feeling of sadness.
Whilst I have been here I have found something special, and my hips are betraying my love for réte - sour cherry strudel.
I went to a gay bar on Saturday night with my boss, and the lesbian couple I was studying with. It was rather interesting. The drag show lasted for hours, the lesbians seemed to be stuck in the 60s with their very clear roles of butch and femme, and I in the cutest dress in the world did not fit in. The bar was huge and had many different areas and I saw the highest g-string I have ever seen, and it was on a boy wearing lowriding jeans, and I could not take pictures. The most amusing thing of night was when my boss got hit on by one of the straight musicians from the band that had a drag queen as the singer, which reminded me of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Apparently they're coming to Mardi Gras in Sydney next year.
But today I have had a good day, and tomorrow will be even better in Munich, and then Berlin.
I realised last night that my last post didn't talk much about the amazing time I had here and how I don't really want to leave. But there are airports to tackle, friends to see, my aunt to stay with, Switzerland to travel across train on.
Cole left this morning at 5:50 and I was awake, my body is in this hyper-sensitive state preparing for flying and organising and of course I have an irrational fear that I will sleep through my alarm set to go off at 4:30am, I'm getting picked up by the taxi bus between 5:40 and 5:50 and I need to be ready for my obsessive checking of tickets, passport, money, credit card until I am in the van. Then there will be my last sights of Budapest, and a feeling of sadness.
Whilst I have been here I have found something special, and my hips are betraying my love for réte - sour cherry strudel.
I went to a gay bar on Saturday night with my boss, and the lesbian couple I was studying with. It was rather interesting. The drag show lasted for hours, the lesbians seemed to be stuck in the 60s with their very clear roles of butch and femme, and I in the cutest dress in the world did not fit in. The bar was huge and had many different areas and I saw the highest g-string I have ever seen, and it was on a boy wearing lowriding jeans, and I could not take pictures. The most amusing thing of night was when my boss got hit on by one of the straight musicians from the band that had a drag queen as the singer, which reminded me of Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Apparently they're coming to Mardi Gras in Sydney next year.
But today I have had a good day, and tomorrow will be even better in Munich, and then Berlin.