For moms sake

Hi everybody,

So I ve been getting alot of negative feedback regarding my non-involvement in this blog project. Really, I don t have any excuses, apart for lazyness, and a general sens of nonchalence.

Well as everybody knows by now, Steve and I have been spinning round east-central Europe for the better part of spring. My trip started a bit before s Steves, so here's the jazz for the first 3 weeks:

I got off the plane in Vienna, and rushed down to Bratislava in order to be in the Warsaw Pact countries as soon as possible. I hooked up with a friend of a friend from Uni (Thanks Marcel) and Crashed at his lovely soviet estate.

Me and Pavol quickly became friends, and in no time at all, I was introduced to a whole group of friendly Slovaks that took me round town for a few drinks. After recovering from Jet lag and one of the worst hangover of my life, I headed for the Tata montains. After being assured that it was ok to speed on the highways in Slovakia ( 160 km\h will only get you a 10 dollars fine) I strapped on my imaginary seatbelt and rushed to one of the most aw inspiring scenary I ever had the chance to see.

After a few shots of Vodka, my gear on my back, we proceded to climb up the more then 2 km strech of montain. It was one o'clock in the morning. Got up, prayed a non-existent deity, bursted into nervous laughs, and, of course, drank more vodka!

The people I know may not actually believe this, but this was all part of a rafting trip. Its amazing how being overseas effects your psyche. Anyway, I did fall in the water a few time, got yelled at in Slovak and ended up in a local village pub, alll eyes watching me, as I was offered the traditional food of the place. Now, I m pretty open minded when it comes too food, but for some reason I just coudnt handle this potatoe purree mixed in with goat cheese and bacon.

I left for Gyor, a little Hungarian town were I was put up in a University dormitory. It was mixed, and as soon as people heard my english, they wanted to know where I was from, what was I doing here, what were my plans. The people in Gyor were probably some of the friendliest "strangers" I meant in my journey. They showed me the town and invited me to one awsome riverside party.

I stayed a few days in Budapest before the arrival of Steve. I longed arround the city and explored its museams. Learned alot about my Hungarian heritage. The scariest of all was the terror museam, were I shaw first hand the horrors of the Soviet regime. I hooked up with some interesting characters, had some fun and slept in alot.

And then Steve arrived, and the rest, as they say, is history...