A short but fine adventure by Klara Read more
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  • Day 1

    My house

    March 26, 2015 in the United States ⋅ 🌧 11 °C

    It is starting soonish. We are heading to the airport in about 8 hrs, yay for super late flight. It is currently gray and rainy out.
    The drive to the airport was really smooth, so we got there pretty early, around 9pm. It is kind of eerie how empty the airport is at that time of the night. A lot of the stores close at 9pm, so I was hoping I can find one that sells water...
    Security line was short too. The pretty funny thing was that i was wearing a pair of very comfy, kinda tight fitting jeans. Yet, even after I went through the body scan machine, the security woman felt the need to pat down my legs... I could have been smugling hams, who knows.
    So i waited and waited and waited and after the flight got delayed by half an hour, waited some more. The plane was completely packed, all 3 seats in my section was occupied, with me at the window (32K). Good thing I did not drank the whole bottle of water yet as I did not really had to chance to stand up at all for the 7 hr of the flight. I actually managed to sleep some, maybe 2-3 hours, after that I just watched the Book of Life, Which was better than the boy with the cockoo clock heart.
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  • Day 2

    Heathrow Airport, London, UK

    March 27, 2015 in England ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

    Aah, Heathrow Airport. Busy, pain in the neck with a bunch of rude ass people everywhere. I forgot to take out the 1/3 bottle of water from my carry on, so the security guy flagged it for hand search. FFS. -___-
    The highlight of the Heathrow trips used to be the Starbucks cafe, where I could buy these amazingly tasty marmite and cheese sandwiches. Crispy sourdough roll, with warm gooey melted cheese and marmite mix. All gone. :(
    With British Airways steadily declining service, I am not sure I will want to fly with them so faithfully anymore. They used to give out warm towels in the morning so at least one could freshen up a little after being a sardine for hours, but now, it is apparently too much of a cost issue. I rather that they take away the limp, unedible croissants they pass for breakfast and give back my warm, moist, comforting towel.

    So fast forward 3 hours, comes the time to board the plane to Hungary. Again the flight is full and they completely randomly made people check in their carry on, lucky fucking me again. (for being too big, which is bs, because it fit in their sizer box and was not any bigger than some of the completely full backpacks that they let on). Good thing I put all the breakable present into my carry-on, right? GG British Airways.
    So travel tip to anyone, dont travel to Budapest on a Friday, when all the people who work there go home for the weekend... or dont bring a small carry on bag, but make sure you stuff your backpack to the fullest.

    I know I sound like a total crank, but being up for about the 30th hour at this point, did nothing to help me see things in a more rosier color.
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  • Day 2

    Budapest Airport

    March 27, 2015 in Hungary ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

    I saw a beautiful, round rainbow on the way here.
    My mom and uncle were waiting for me at the airport and we got home after a bit of a detour of picking up my cousin as well. It got dark outside about halfway through the trip home and I nearly fell asleep in the car.Read more

  • Day 5

    Dunaújváros, Hungary

    March 30, 2015 in Hungary ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    After some bean soup, I took a shower and fell to bed (around 8pm), and did not wake up until 8 am the next day. Jetleg schmetleg, right? Wrong.
    It is now 3 days later and I still can not fall asleep until 1 to 3 am in the morning, yet I still get up at 8 am. It was also extremely quiet over the weekend, with no stores open and nothing to do really. Walked around the city some, of course, but it was not enough to tire me out. Mom also can not keep up with me either, so I have to be a bit more sensitive to that.
    So I said to Mom that I will diet until John arrives and she just laughed at me. And she was right. How stupid I was to think I can resist the temptation of her cooking. Which is delicious and semi healthy, really, but the cakes... and there are ALWAYS cakes.
    Here is some sample of the stuff I had the past few days. I know some of it might not look super appetiting, but trust me, its heaven.
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