Kecskemét Day 1

Loose ends

I just realised I never finished blogging The London Classic. Feels like a hundred years have passed since then! Guess I'll finish it anyway for sakes of completion. 

It was good.

Where the hell am I?

I feel like I'm starring in the first episode of breaking bad - I was woken up this morning by Tamás, the lovely Hungarian whose sorted me out with £10 a night accommodation. He took me around the town, explaining It's history and showed me the marketplace and that. He claims we're in Kecskemét, south of Budapest, in Hungary.

We travelled here from Marianske Laszne yesterday - a ten hour car trip. The troop comprised of Tamás, Laslo (Organiser of the First Saturday Budapest tournaments), Sultan (Thats his actual name) and me. The journey was as much fun as a long haul car trip can be, the highlights being when we stopped at garages Laslo and Sultan would stop me and tell me to say a Hungarian phrase to Tamás when I went into the petrol station. Each time they would tell me it just means "Hi", or "Welcome", but after the 4th encounter filled with everyone laughing it turns out they were getting me to say all sorts of rude sentences! Hungarian humour at its best.

We got to Kecskemét around ten last night - It was heavily snowing, and with no salt or diggers to clear the road, I thought we would surely perish. I could barely make the road markings out, surrounded by cars skidding about left right and center. I was a little scared - But we were being driven by a man named Sultan, what could possibly go wrong?

So my room is like a cosy, clean closet in an attic. I met the other people staying here - Australian Andrew, seems really down to earth and the only other person in Hungary to speak English, two pretty crazy Chinese guys, and another guy whose name has left me and I cant even give him a funny name because I cant remember where he's from. The shower is completely useless - There's no fixing for the shower head, so you have to look like a twit holding it above you with one hand and try to wash yourself with the other. And its either too hot or too cold. I would kill for a good shower...

I wonder if they have better showers in prison? If the Chinese people are as mad and noisy as they were last night, I'll soon find out.