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My goal: to post at least one photo from everywhere I go!
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Holy fuck.
Hemingway Tuesday’s with Aimee:
Rules:
1. You do not talk about Hemingway Tuesday.2. You do not talk about Hemingway Tuesday.
3. Get drunk on a Tuesday.
4. Write. Scandalously.
5. Edit when sober.
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Holy fuck.
Hemingway Tuesday’s with Aimee:
Rules:
1. You do not talk about Hemingway Tuesday.2. You do not talk about Hemingway Tuesday.
3. Get drunk on a Tuesday.
4. Write. Scandalously.
5. Edit when sober.
It has been Tuesday for 6 minutes.
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Well..
I am back in Halifax, which means I will update this over the next few days. Whaaaaaaattttaaaa long trip. It didn’t go exactly as planned due to some minor issues with my car, but it was still fun as hell. :)
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No, I haven’t updated in a while because I have been traveling BUT
I will be road tripping to the mid-western USA in a week so I will have even more to post. :)
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Today is a hangover day. I didn’t make it out of the hostel until noon. I set out on my mission of finding hangover kebab. I found it, but I did not have my wallet. Such a tragedy, really. There is nothing better one a hangover day than kebab. Damnit….
The Jewish District had some of the most interesting buildings, made of big, dark bricks. These are my favourite kinds of building to look at. This is where the Jewish ghetto was during the 30’s and 40’s.Anyway, I ran into a parade put on by the Hare Krishna group of Budapest. The smell of incense and excitement filled the streets. There were people riding elaborately decorated horses and people wearing stilts. The music was festive, and the people were dancing in the street. I followed it to Vaci Utca where it turns out a whole festival was taking place that day. A stage was set up with dancers, theatre and music, guest speakers, a bazaar, etc. I especially liked the dancers!
I spent the rest of my evening eating (a huge meal for 8€) and sitting with my feet in the pool at the Erzsébet Tér. Two kids starting swimming in the 2 foot deep water and the security officer starting yelling at them. It was quite amusing:
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Still sickly, so hibernating in the hostel so that tomorrow I can make the most of it. FINALLY got my hangover kebab. I have only been waiting since Budapest for this!
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So… had the worst sleep of my life. Why is that people insist upon closing the windows in the room? Obviously with 6 people in a room it is going to get hot as Hell in there. But it seems the thing to do is to take off all ones clothing, don’t use a blanket, close all the windows and just bake. I don’t understand. It is so nice and cool out… whyyyyyyyy? I waited until everyone left and went back to sleep for a few hours with the windows OPEN this time.Anyway… visited the Mozart Geburtshaus. Well, just kind of looked from outside. I found it quite funny that in the bottom is a grocery store. Really? You’d think they’d cash in on something better than a Spar!
And also one of the bridges is covered in locks like in Budapest! I guess it’s easier to lock them to a bridge and throw the key in right there than having to walk all the way to the Danube. Good job, Austrians. More efficient than the Hungarians!
Despite being sickly, I decided I should venture out and see Salzburg at night. To be quite honest, other than around the river, it is really dark and kind of creepy. I figured there would be more lighting and more people around, especially where it is a pretty touristy place. Needless to say, I didn’t wander too too far and was back fairly early. Somebody tell my mom I am keeping safe, please!
I happened upon something…… people dancing in the Domsplatz with torches (which they threw into the fountain at the end of the performance) and there were fireworks going off. I think I was more confused than delighted, to be quite honest.
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Hostel life: Met a man in my room who, at first I found quite creepy (actually, I still do), has been traveling for three years in total. He works online for a university somewhere in the USA so he is able to move around wherever and whenever he likes. When we met, he was one month in Berlin and heading to Prague the next day. What a way to live. I am quite envious, really.
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