I’ve always been one to procrastinate…I’ve got the
mentality that no matter what happens, everything will be alright in the end.
For example, I was up until 2 am last night trying to figure out how in the
world I could make it to either Zrce Beach, Croatia or Athens, Greece
without sacrificing too much time traveling or money the next morning.
Otherwise, my plans would have to change again. Since I couldn’t make it work
in my sleepy stupor, the next best sounding option was to wait until the
morning praying I would wake up in time. Luckily my body remembered that I had
to be productive today, so I woke up in time to visit the House of Terror right
beside my hostel. This building was the site of 2 terrible periods in Hungary
during the 20th century. The Hungarian Nazis first occupied it until
being taken over by the Soviet Communists where hundreds of innocent people
were tortured & killed. The way it was set up & portrayed was fantastic & bone chilling.
Opera House |
After packing up, settling the hostel bill, &
finding the nearest Starbucks on the way to the train station, I sat myself
down & had an hour to decide where to go before the trains I needed to take
started leaving. As much as I’m going to regret not going to the beautiful beaches
of Croatia, it gives me another reason to come back again in a few years. Sadly,
it would have taken too long to travel to the Croatia islands & then double
back to leave for my next destination. Plus I’d have to pay for the busrides.
Back west it is.
Go home tree, you're drunk |
There were a few options I could have taken heading
back this way, but the nearest cities I want to see require some downtime in
between. Salzburg, Austria here I come! I may end up visiting Munich afterwards
since I didn’t take advantage of Berlin like I should have souring my
experience in Germany. I’m paving my way to the beautiful people of Italia. Now
I’m on the train for the next few hours & can’t wait to see the Alps! Who
needs the beach, I’m more of a mountain person anyways.
Sight seeing...poor Chris P. Bacon |
The night before last, my wonderful hostelmate
decided he had had too much to drink & to continuously throw up in a
trashcan left by his bed instead of becoming best friends with the porcelain
bowl, which is the socially acceptable thing to do. Ah tunnel! I love tunnels.
Because the entire room smelled of puke for most of the night (even putting my
face in my shampoo smelling tower didn’t help!), I figured I should treat
myself & spend the entire next day at one of the baths (thermal springs)
located near Heroes' Square.
After doing some quick shopping, sightseeing around
the city, & unsuccessfully able to get the 3 euro opera tickets, I made my
way over to the park & spent hours upon hours bathing in the sun protecting
my eyes from the speedos unsuccessfully. They had about 15 different pools
inside & out with different temperatures. One pool had a small lazy river,
some had fountains, others with jet streams shooting from the bottom. I had a
good book to read & an even greater nap making up for the previous night’s
loss.
I would like to celebrate 17 days since I lost
anything. RIP sunglasses & brastrap.