So, I'm back from Budapest. I had a really good time, despite thinking that I probably wouldn't enjoy it.
We walked a ridiculous amount of miles. We saw the Palace, Parliament buildings, St. Stephen's Basilica and went to The House of Terror. It was all really interesting, but The House of Terror freaked me out a little bit. Well, it'd freak you out knowing you'd been in a house where thousands of Hungarians had been tortured and killed during Nazi and Soviet Union occupation. Yeah, very creepy.
What else?
Oh we went to Széchenyi baths. It's like a natural spring thing. I went into the sauna and actually burnt my feet on the floor, that was awful. I also had to buy a hideous swimming costume because I forgot to take one because I wasn't originally planning on going. It was awful, so unflattering so I felt even worse than I would've done if I'd taken one of my own. The bath's stunk inside because of the sulphur. If I was more hungover I would've vommed!
Oh yes, the night before I was absolutely hammered. I had a dance off and threw up in the club's toilets. I'm a classy bird I know. It's not my fault; red wine is the devil. It was so good to get away. Me and John had some lovely moments and I loved every second with him.
The only thing I didn't like was the lack of sleep, my feet hurting and the flights. Other than that, it was all good.
