Not wanting to go straight to sleep, when I got back to Budapest,
I stopped in for what would turn out to be a not so quiet beer. Well
the first one was quiet, jotting down notes with passing
conversation, then with the satisfaction of one glass I ordered
another. I was in the mist of a conversation with someone near by,
when a man came out of the bathroom walking towards where we were
sitting. This man had evidently annoyed the person I was talking to
before, and was well intoxicated. My counterpart tried brushed him
off and minutes later left. Without the chance to return to my notes
the annoying fellow, decided he needed someone else to piss off.
"Where you from?"
"Australia."
"I hate Australians!"
"And that how you open a conversation?"
"I got fucked over by an Australian girl!"
Then proceeded to tell me how, Australia is fucked. And how this
girl convinced him to come out to Australia and screwed him over.
While I proceeded to tell him, I couldn’t care less.
"Australians are all fucked, there only interested money like
the Jews"
Take it from here that I already had one stop loose, and with
every other starting to come off very quickly.
"Sounds like you picked a dud. Fuck, you want to tell me how
shit Australia is, you got screwed over, your problem, do you want me
to get started on the Jews?"
"The Holocaust didn't even happen, you don't know the truth,
it's a conspiracy"
"Yeah, the Polish built Auschwitz as a tourist trap to make
money?"
Obviously what I meant by this was "I swear you're retarded,
go to a fucking library". I should have been less surprised
hearing.
"It's all a big scam, you can't comprehend it"
"Well explain it, come on, tell me how it's all a big plan"
"It's out there on Youtube" then no other logical
argument.
.."I swear you're retarded, go to a fucking liberty".."Go
to Auschwitz or any other camp, have a look at the photos the
millions of possessions, the matted shaved hair for felt making of
hundreds of thousands of people" I did the maths out loud for
good measure.
This has been thoroughly abbreviated, a lot more was said. In
truth I used a logical approach first without raising my voice as I
was treating it as a logical debate in the hope I could get him to
reconsiders his points. It was an unrealised hope, so I crushed him.
I could and did counter his arguments easy, what really pissed me
off, is he wasn't smart enough to realise I was pissing on him.
Then I left.
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
A little lull (Egar)
I was on the edge of town staring
up at a sign that read,
Szépasszonyvölgy
or the much more easily read English translation 'Valley of the
beautiful woman'
(that way). This was wine country, red wine country, or at least the
city that provide residence for wine country. The wine
Bikaver
also known as 'Bulls Blood' it's
self is what Egar is famed for, sure they have a castle, been invaded
a few times, but where hasn't? It turns out the 'Valley
of the beautiful woman'
was the precise place I wanted to be the next day, but I would of
followed that street on a whim anyhow if it wasn't. City centre was a
better place to bet on until I had a base for the night.
Upon with drawing money and a check of my balance I was where I had expected to be, and about two weeks forward of where I wanted. No matter, I found a hotel that came within the region of my budget. Cheesey (along with bread and lettuce) could have described more than my dinner that night. Well the name of my temporary dwelling was the Hotel Romantica, and lived up to all the tack that could be suggested. Half bottle of wine, clipped rose on the dresser, red, there was a lot of red. I felt like I should be sleeping with someone here on point of principal, not to happen this time though.
I slept in, feeling drained nearly two months on the road and burning the candle at both ends was taking it's toll. Valley of the beautiful woman, well theirs a name that inspires life. It was already the afternoon and feeling like the morning had been waisted, I was going to take pleasant break from trying to see everything. Perhaps it was a waist of the day to only want food and wine, but I felt like I needed to take the opportunity to have a day doing nothing. Of the food I got more than I had anticipated, walking down into the valley with a solitary restaurant at the bottom.
A small feast, described what I actually ordered, that could have amply satisfied two, was my solitary challenge. And the wine was the delicious and famed 'Bulls Blood'. The waiter insisted on me having dessert, after graciously refusing twice, he brought it out on the house. I guess as a thank you for helping him with his English, I find it amazing the kindness you get from strangers. Though in a restaurant, this was quite perplexing. Perhaps it was because I was the only one dining at the time, even though the sun had barely set and it was still very early in the evening, maybe it was an encouragement to tip (which I did well). All I can say, it it was a great meal, I didn't feel short changed for what I prayed for it.
I may have felt like I could have done more that day, but one of appreciated quietness. I had a deadline to keep so I was not about to keep the habit; or so I thought...
Upon with drawing money and a check of my balance I was where I had expected to be, and about two weeks forward of where I wanted. No matter, I found a hotel that came within the region of my budget. Cheesey (along with bread and lettuce) could have described more than my dinner that night. Well the name of my temporary dwelling was the Hotel Romantica, and lived up to all the tack that could be suggested. Half bottle of wine, clipped rose on the dresser, red, there was a lot of red. I felt like I should be sleeping with someone here on point of principal, not to happen this time though.
I slept in, feeling drained nearly two months on the road and burning the candle at both ends was taking it's toll. Valley of the beautiful woman, well theirs a name that inspires life. It was already the afternoon and feeling like the morning had been waisted, I was going to take pleasant break from trying to see everything. Perhaps it was a waist of the day to only want food and wine, but I felt like I needed to take the opportunity to have a day doing nothing. Of the food I got more than I had anticipated, walking down into the valley with a solitary restaurant at the bottom.
A small feast, described what I actually ordered, that could have amply satisfied two, was my solitary challenge. And the wine was the delicious and famed 'Bulls Blood'. The waiter insisted on me having dessert, after graciously refusing twice, he brought it out on the house. I guess as a thank you for helping him with his English, I find it amazing the kindness you get from strangers. Though in a restaurant, this was quite perplexing. Perhaps it was because I was the only one dining at the time, even though the sun had barely set and it was still very early in the evening, maybe it was an encouragement to tip (which I did well). All I can say, it it was a great meal, I didn't feel short changed for what I prayed for it.
I may have felt like I could have done more that day, but one of appreciated quietness. I had a deadline to keep so I was not about to keep the habit; or so I thought...
More than an ample dinner
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