Not long later we woke. Our mates the hostel owners told us Kasha had come last night and waited for us. We felt bad for missing her, but left our e-mail addresses and returned a book we borrowed from her before hitting the road southbound.
Driving with the Carpathians far on our left we made for Slovakia where we stopped at Zvolen and found a pub to watch the football at. We were also treated to one of the hotest and nicest waitresses of the trip so far.
Slovakian toilets are weird. Well this one was. I pushed the button to turn on the lights, and found the only toilet in the men's. It was in such a tiny room that you couldn't stand infront of the toilet and have enough space to get your pants down and sit. So, thankful that noone else was around, I had to perform all this on the side of the toilet halfway out the door and then pivot on the seat. Also, whoever put together the room must have been a posture freak, cos you can't lean forward on seat or you whack your head on the toilet paper dispenser. And as I'm sitting there pondering all of this, the button I pressed for the lights pops out and next thing I'm sitting in the world's smallest toilet in the dark.
On the road again and we made it to Budapest at not a bad time, but got really badly caught in traffic. It was unbelievable, it wasn't a normal traffic jam because after sitting stopped for 5mins there was still no sign of movement. Not one. Literally a car park, but only in our direction. We later found out that G. Dubya had arrived in town, which I guess means an automatic shutdown of the place.
We made our way to the first hostel address that we had, but after driving past it a couple of times we couldn't see anything remotely hostelish about it, so we went on to the second address, where we were having the same problem until two very tourist looking girls went up to the door. Turns out there was a hostel there and they were staying at it, so we followed them up. The place was small, to the point where we mistook someone eating at a bench in the kitchen to be the receptionist behind his counter. When we did find the guy running the show, it was like he was in a dream daze - he was bewildered that we were able to be inside the hostel without him having let us in, and amazed that we would like to stay there. They didn't have beds anyway, but we sat down on a couch next to a cool Brazillian guy called Luiz and watched most of the Netherlands Argentina match. He told us there were beds at the hostel he was staying at (it didn't have a TV so he was here) and after the game we walked over with him and booked ourselves in.
We walked back to the car, admiring the city, then drove the car back to the hostel and took a wrong turn on the way. Next thing you know we're driving across the main bridge, and infront of us is a large statue lit up, and to our right is a massive lit up palace, and to our left are more massive statues on the top of a hill. We were completely and utterly flabbergasted, it was amazing and gorgeous. We dumped our stuff at the hostel, and the three of us and Luiz went out for a drive. We stopped at the citadel (the hill with big statues) and took photos of the night. So fantastic! 
Driving with the Carpathians far on our left we made for Slovakia where we stopped at Zvolen and found a pub to watch the football at. We were also treated to one of the hotest and nicest waitresses of the trip so far.
Slovakian toilets are weird. Well this one was. I pushed the button to turn on the lights, and found the only toilet in the men's. It was in such a tiny room that you couldn't stand infront of the toilet and have enough space to get your pants down and sit. So, thankful that noone else was around, I had to perform all this on the side of the toilet halfway out the door and then pivot on the seat. Also, whoever put together the room must have been a posture freak, cos you can't lean forward on seat or you whack your head on the toilet paper dispenser. And as I'm sitting there pondering all of this, the button I pressed for the lights pops out and next thing I'm sitting in the world's smallest toilet in the dark.
On the road again and we made it to Budapest at not a bad time, but got really badly caught in traffic. It was unbelievable, it wasn't a normal traffic jam because after sitting stopped for 5mins there was still no sign of movement. Not one. Literally a car park, but only in our direction. We later found out that G. Dubya had arrived in town, which I guess means an automatic shutdown of the place.
We made our way to the first hostel address that we had, but after driving past it a couple of times we couldn't see anything remotely hostelish about it, so we went on to the second address, where we were having the same problem until two very tourist looking girls went up to the door. Turns out there was a hostel there and they were staying at it, so we followed them up. The place was small, to the point where we mistook someone eating at a bench in the kitchen to be the receptionist behind his counter. When we did find the guy running the show, it was like he was in a dream daze - he was bewildered that we were able to be inside the hostel without him having let us in, and amazed that we would like to stay there. They didn't have beds anyway, but we sat down on a couch next to a cool Brazillian guy called Luiz and watched most of the Netherlands Argentina match. He told us there were beds at the hostel he was staying at (it didn't have a TV so he was here) and after the game we walked over with him and booked ourselves in.
We walked back to the car, admiring the city, then drove the car back to the hostel and took a wrong turn on the way. Next thing you know we're driving across the main bridge, and infront of us is a large statue lit up, and to our right is a massive lit up palace, and to our left are more massive statues on the top of a hill. We were completely and utterly flabbergasted, it was amazing and gorgeous. We dumped our stuff at the hostel, and the three of us and Luiz went out for a drive. We stopped at the citadel (the hill with big statues) and took photos of the night. So fantastic! 
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