DEFCON 2

Previously in DEFCON 2… We left Germany wanting to party.

Party. We needed it. Marcin and Kasia had talked to me about how beautiful Prague was. Efren about their hot women. The first was a good start for the city sightseeing; the second for the party. Let’s try the second first.

We arrived at the hostel tired and wanting party, just to find it closed as in Cherbourg. Dammit! Fortunately we called a number that was there and son after that a guy appeared and gave us the keys. In less than half an hour we were already installed and ready to party. We leave the house and board the lift to go downstairs and in the middle of two floors I accidentally opened the door. The lift stops, we are stuck and we only see a wall of concrete. Fuck.

False alarm. As soon as I close the door again it starts and leaves us safely at the ground floor. With our legs still shaking for the lift scare and the need for party –did I say that already?- we run out of the building. The deficit of party from Berlin and Amsterdam was big. So we went to what we knew would have a big bang: pub crawling. Two dozens of drunken foreigners, including a really drunk girl from Cork (of course). The ones we spoke more to were a group of Irish-Americans (me) and two Swedish girls (David).

So my second day in Prague was horrible. Hangover, terribly hangover, I had to walk again for hours. The night before, while David threw himself to Cupid’s arms (without success) I threw myself into Bacco’s arms and fell with huge success into the wine, vodka and absinth marmite. At least the raw meat with species (Czech delicatessen) woke me up a bit and the day was quite relaxed. But what a hangover…

The city of Prague itself was as beautiful as Marcin and Kasia said it would be.

After Prague was a transition day in Vienna. Thankfully we didn’t have many expectations for the Austrian capital. It was raining heavily, we were hangover (and sick), and Spain played (and lost) the first game of the World Cup. The food in Vienna was the only good thing.

Budapest on the day after seemed like just another city on the way but it was much more. The hostel was awesome; an apartment in the top floor of the centric square with views of the St. Stephen’s Basilica in front of us. The walk at night besides the Danubius, in Pest with the side of Buda on lights was perfect. Of that we thought until it got even better when they started the fireworks.

So, Budapest was just awesome.

And now, on the road to the Balkans.