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Are you a Buda or a Pest?

Thursday 21st November – Saturday 23rd November 2019

Are you a Buda or a Pest? The question my mum asks me every time I go to Budapest, ok, that’s an exaggeration, I’ve been there once before but pretty sure that was the first message I got from her! To answer the question, after 3 months of traveling and not much exercise I was most certainly borderlining on Buda, and the epic cold I had sure was a pest, so let’s just say I’m somewhere in the middle.

Usually arriving in a new place I’d have the public transport routes sorted to save money but getting to Budapest sick AF I pretty much googled which taxi company wouldn’t rob me and went with them from the airport to my accommodation. With Air BNB accommodation being ridiculous cheap in Hungary (yep, that’s where Budapest is!), I spent the usual cheap skate budget but got pretty impressive digs. Condo with a balcony right on the Danube river. Winning!! So this is an average view cos it’s night and I was giving zero (insert swear word), but you get the idea, pretty cool place!

Getting there at 8ish, a healthy Holly would have dropped the bags and went to explore, sick Holly walked across the road to a dodgy supermarket, found a day old lukewarm schnitzel to eat, ate and went to bed. There was no normal Holly the next day either, having a small stash of Sudafed left from the UK (why I didn’t stock up no idea!) I stayed in bed and tried to convince myself being healthy was more important than exploring Budapest. If I didn’t have a tour of Jordan starting on the Sunday I would have forced my sick and gross arse out of bed but Budapest really was after all a stop off on the way to Jordan. So can’t remember if I mentioned it before but to get to Jordan from London and back it was about $600, that’s flying London to Amman in one hit via Budapest. Or I could get a cheap arse flight for £30 to Budapest, stay a few days on the cheap then get a cheap flight to Amman before the tour starts. Want that one. Just didn’t plan on being sick and spending said short trip in bed, or on the couch, I did switch between the two at some stage during the day. Also took a chance on their version of Uber Eats called Wolt, there were these dumpling noodle things, didn’t realise you also had to order a sauce but did get some goulash, kinda worked together. No photos cos sick remember, apparently I’m in capable of clicking a button when sick.

So the next day, Saturday if you’re still with me, I was determined to see some of Budapest, even if I had to snot my way through it. Was also determined to find medication that could lessen the flow of snot down my face… sometimes you’re just not fast enough. Popping into a chemist, I thought it could be hard to get what I needed due to the language barrier and having to have ID in Australia for the strong shit but based on the look and sound of me the pharmacist knew exactly what I needed. And unlike the cold n flu tablets in Morocco which contained arse, these were jam packed full of pseudoephedrine, hallelujah! But as my mum taught me, if you’re taking strong drugs then you gotta eat so found this weird kinda hot dog at the supermarket, interesting taste but pretty sure my taste buds were MIA and that was the reason it didn’t taste as good as it looked!

Having already mapped out an itinerary in Goggle, I headed to my first stop, and the biggest must do in Budapest, parliament. Yeah, didn’t sound right to me either but apparently Google reckoned this was one of the top tourists attractions in Budapest. For once, Google didn’t lie. The Hungarian Parliament was that word beyond beautiful, no idea what that is but it’s that. Said wow out loud numerous times which when you have a cold sounds more like OW so people may have thought I was in pain…

And where is the parliament? Smack bang on the river so of course it’s surrounded by a million other gorgeous buildings and monuments, kicking myself for wasting a day and for reals saying OW…

Wandering along the Danube as you do on a glorious day, it was pretty after pretty and kick after kick…

Wandering over the bridge I wished I could turn back time because Budapest is so damn pretty and I just spent a day in bed ignoring her… sorry sweet!

Next stop was Fisherman’s Bastion and St Matthias Church. Now if you know me, you know that I’m not a big fan of seafood, mainly the smell, so why go to some Fisherman’s what ya call it?? Well… this place has nothing at all to do with fish, not even on the river’s edge, I’m sure there’s some reason it’s called the Fisherman’s Bastion will google that after you wowser at these gorgeous pics!!!

Yeah so Google tells me it’s called Fishmans Bastion maybe you commemorate the fishman who lived down by the Danube and maybe protected it in times of conflict, but not even google is sure on this one! What makes this place so damn amazing though is the views over the Danube and Budapest, can you get more picture perfect than this??

And what makes this ‘bastion’ super duper special is St Matthias Church standing in the background, or foreground, guess it depends which way you come up. This church is something special, in a completely vein and superficial way, cos it’s so so so pretty! Coloured roof tiles, white limestone, gothic towers and windows, just gorgeous. And I’m being vein because I was feeling so sick and snotty that I didn’t go in cos I felt bad spreading germs in a church, so no idea if this pretty one had an substance.

Having done a fair wander around the streets, cos getting lost is one of my favourite things, my tummy rumbled as it permanently does so I headed to the Christmas markets, thinking I’d be able to find something to eat, boy did I find something!!! Soooo much food. Stuff that I had no idea what it was but by gosh it looked good. One of everything please, except the Rooster Testicles, I’ll pass on those!! Ended up with this plate of deliciousness, some kind of meat and potatoes and ???, spinach I’d say but that green stuff did not taste good, and ended up costing me about $30 too, tourist rates me thinks!!

As far as Christmas markets go, these were pretty damn impressive. I guess Christmas was just over a month away so time to get into the spirit!

Well and truly pooped from just walking and wiping, I was homeward bound and somehow between sitting down to stuff my face and finishing, it had gotten dark and a bit chilly. Perfect for a sickie like me!?!? Although I had planned on being back before dark, kinda glad my plans went astray cos Budapest at night is something else, the whole place lights up and feels like magic! Almost looks like a golden city, and the Fishemans Bastion and church at night, wow!! If I had an ounce of energy left I would have legged it back over the bridge to see the view over Budapest at night from the Bastion, but I didn’t. So here one side of the river lit up like a Christmas tree, a golden one…

Wandering back down the Danube by night, my last stop was something that will be etched in my mind for eternity, the Hungarian Parliament all lit up so spectacularly it takes your breathe away. My crapola iPhone only captured about one hundredth of its brilliance!

Legging it back to the apartment along the river, I have to admit that I did start wandering if maybe I should have known better than to walk along a river at night by myself!! Did another quick stop for full strength cold n flu meds to get me through Jordan and it was back to bed. Really really really wish I’d spent more time exploring Budapest, glad last visit with Kylie we went to the thermal baths, no way they’d let me in in my state, my whole head was a thermal bath of snot!! Anyhoo, taxi booked for 4am the next day and it was good night to me and fingers crossed for a less snotty time in Jordan!!

Toon Town

Saturday 16th November – Thursday 21st November 2019

Having delayed my flights to stay in Maryland a little longer, my flight home was with two airlines I’d somehow never flown with, one I’d never heard of. The flight worth Spirit Airlines, a Tiger Airlines equivalent was fine, easy check in, window seat without having to fork out a small fortune and gorgeous views of clouds and a hell of an awesome view as we touched down in Florida.

Yes I know, you’re wandering why I’d go south from Baltimore only to fly north and East to London. All comes down to cashola, cheapest route! Anyhoo, the long haul leg with Norwegian was something of an experience. I didn’t fork out for an allocated seat so unfortunately got stuck middle row in between two rather large gentlemen who both claimed the arm rest before I could take a breathe, my bad. What I didn’t know was that for my 8 hour flight there would be no in flight meal, water came at a cost, as did a blanket and headphones for their entertainment system. I half expected them to charge for the air I was breathing. The service befitted the no frills. Needless to say I learnt my lesson, say NO to Norwegian… unless you’re broke but go prepared!!!

Enough whining, once in London with no sleep it was adrenaline that kept me going, into my storage locker to drop off my suitcase, exchange it for backpack only travel and get a very stinky me to Kings Cross to meet Kylie for lunch.

I wish I had a picture of Kylies beaming smile, something you really need in your life when you’re 30 hours with no sleep. Over a long lunch chatting away, the one glass of wine went to my head and before I knew it, I was running late for my train. And yes, I proved why it is called running late, well, cos you run… I did make it with seconds to spare, luckily Kylie checked the time otherwise I would have been sitting there blah blahing away and never have made it. Anyhoo, with a four hour train ride to Newcastle up my sleeve I tried to cross stitch… didn’t end well…

Arriving in the toon I was now well and truly sick as a dog, jet lagged AF, the poor Geordie who was on pick up duty got me to my hotel, I think. Must have cos I woke up there the next day, hello Newcastle!!

So for the next three days my Geordie friend who you’ve met before showed me the sights of the toon, had only really seen the pubs on my previous visits. I wish I could say I had some awesome stories and great info about Newcastle but being sick AF the entire time, I wrote nothing down and only have pictures to rely on, and there seems to be a day missing. Could it be that snap happy Holly was too sick to take a single photo for an entire 24 hours???

Anyhoo, what I do know is that there was definitively a visit to Laurel Park, the birthplace of the Laurel half of comedy duo Laurel and Hardy. I do remember the Geordie, being a wee bit older than me, explaining who the dude was… just needed my foggy memory regigging that’s all!!

Later that day as time stamps on my pictures tell me, we wandered along the river Tyne, way too many bridges for such a liddle town if you ask me. I thought the Geordie had planned the scenic route but just happened to be the way to the castle.

And no, it’s not a “New” castle as you’d expect from the name, a rather old castle in Newcastle, it wasn’t just all the Sudafed that confused me on that one! But I love me a castle, even if it wasn’t the one I meant I wanted to see when requesting my tour from the Geordie. Oops, still damn awesome castle, still not sure why it was me that ended up in the shackles…

Usually my favourite part of a castle is, well, the castle but this time the castle was outdone by the views from its roof out over the toon, ok, so maybe this place ain’t so liddle!!

So from the castle we made our way right into toon. Must have walked, no pics of how we got there. But we did find Christmas markets and a ski bar, an alpine village if you will. Pictures tell me it was pretty, and I do love a mulled wine so presume I liked that too. And there was a reason the Geordie wasn’t drinking but I really don’t recall.

We also ate dinner somewhere obvs but can’t for the life of me remember where or what. Let’s just get onto the next day which was part of the reason I made a visit to the toon, it was the Geordie’s birthday. He was 21 + 11 – 5 + 18 – 2 years old. Instead of getting schlacked on his birthday, the Geordie had actually planned something more spiritual. Funny how the Geordies don’t have another word for spiritual but a hundred and one for getting drunk… (all Geordie words that mean drunk). So the plan for the day was to head to Durham, a town an hourish away and see a lady who did, I want to say Kinetic, I keep calling it that, it’s not that, I’m on a plane and can’t google it, really really bugging me! Anyway, the lady did have a name, Shelley, the only way I remember is that I have her email address written in my phone. Oh yeah, before Durham, we had brekkie by the beach, by the castle I actually wanted to go to!! Must have been damn sick to not take photos of the beach and a castle!! As if I didn’t, maybe I deleted them accidentally?? Makes no sense. Back to Shelley and Durham. The town is a gorgeous little place, as evidence but this one crappy picture I took.

I’m convinced I deleted the pics, no matter how sick I am, I’d take photos. With the high Sudafed gives me, pretty sure I’d go nuts and take a million pictures of a single rock, but anyway. Durham was pretty, google it for pictures. We both met up with Shelley first for a general chat then I went for coffee while the Geordie had his Kinetic session… oh shit, just remembered the word, it’s reiki.. even laughing to myself, sounds nothing like kinetic!!! Massive anyhooooo, in my Sudafed stupor I did take a photo of my coffee. WTF?? Beautiful little town and I take a photo of the coffee?? Super annoyed with myself. I don’t have many pictures to add to this post so you’re gonna get a picture of my coffee. Costa coffee, great name, crappy taste, maybe I should do their marketing???

So my reiki session isn’t something I needed to write notes about. Even all drugged up on Sudafed I remember it like it was yesterday. I’ll try my best to explain but know it won’t do it justice! So you lay down on like a massage table, but clothes on and on your back. You’re covered with warm towels so you feel pretty damn cosy and calm, maybe I should sleep on a massage bed, I remember how comfortable I was. Shelley doesn’t say much, just some general calming words about relaxing and letting go. What I remember feeling was a surge of positivity, voices in my head (my own, I’m not crazy, much…), telling me that I got this, everything is going to be ok, I can be the best version of myself, it was time for a new start. It was the most positive my own voice has ever been, out loud and in my head. During this Shelley just had her hands cupping my head, they stayed there for a while then moved to rest firmly on my stomach. And that’s it. I know you’re probably like huh?? That’s it?? But if I could explain the energy going through me, well, I would. I tried but there aren’t words, or at least none that I can find. Off the table and sitting on the couch with Shelley, she explained what she felt in me. She felt an intense sadness. Couldn’t have said it better myself. Of course I sooked cos when someone points out something about you that you have to work hard every day to overcome, you feel like they see you. It’s not that I’m sad all the time or that sadness overrides happiness, I think anyone who has had someone they love intensely die, and in tragic circumstances, there’s a sadness that always sits inside you, alongside all the happiness and joy you feel the majority of the time. As I read somewhere, you don’t get over losing someone you love, you just learn to live with it. That was my sadness that Shelley felt. But the thing about reiki and Shelley is that it’s all about love and healing. I may not have written down my adventures in the toon but I did write down suggestions from Shelley on how I can work on healing. And yes, being a student of psychology and a recipient, this is the spiritual healing side of things. I do believe you need both, and funnily enough, or not, there are a lot of similarities in their suggestions on how to heal. Her suggestion was that I write a letter to younger Holly telling her what she needs to help her heal, and make a little shrine to myself, practice some self love. With reiki it’s all about love and I’m onboard with that!! But most importantly, I am to visualise my future and put it out there into the universe what I want it to be. There were some other things we discussed but kinda way personal so I’ll just leave it there and get onto the angel cards reading!! No idea what the hell they are about?? Not the same as tarot, tarot aren’t nice, these are a deck of cards with specific angels and meanings to help guide you. Mine looked like this:

I’m not embarrassed to say this was not my first time with angel cards. When Brett died I saw a medium, she knew things I can never explain, I believe in the after life, that there’s more. She also read my cards. The messages from my cards this time were about finding a way to love and forgive myself. Won’t go into it but this is my biggest challenge. And I need to heal as well as accept. Second biggest challenge. Lots more she said but a belief I know I need to work on is that that things don’t happen to me, they happen for me. That’ll take some time but I have hope I’ll get there!

So after our reading and wiping the mascara off my face, we bought some local charcoal cheese that came highly recommended from Shelley and headed back to the toon. With a pit stop at some store, a big one, we gathered our cheese board for dinner and dug in. And no, I didn’t get a picture of the charcoal cheese! But this did pop up in my Instagram feed, maybe the universe is trying to tell me something??

The next day was up early and off on a train to Gatwick, more specially to Peterborough then onto Gatwick. The morning wasn’t anything to write home about, just lots and lots of snot!!!!

Let it snow

Ah, Christmas Day – never have I ever had such a good Christmas present as hanging with my bestie (sorry Mum, Fireman calendar was my second favourite!). Although I’m missing seeing my monsters and the fam, we had a turducken filled chrissie on Sunday, so I think I’m forgiven for leaving…

There were tears in the eyes when I finally rocked up in Brixton, the driver made a sly exit while we hugged out the last 6 months. The bestie that knows me best had all the Christmas bests ready, prosecco and bacon for brekkie, gin and ham for lunch and mulled wine for dessert. Once I’d washed the stench of immigration off me, it was onesie and present time. Watching Kylie open the love filled presents from her family and friends is what Christmas is all about, oh yeah, and the dude that died on the cross…

And then it happened. The Christmas present that took me a full 10 minutes to understand, the card read “I look forward to seeing your face in the crowd, Jon Snow xx”. The person that knows me best got us tickets to the live broadway performance of True West, starring Kit Harrington, aka Jon Snow. Dreams do come true.

The thing I didn’t know I needed in my life happened at 3pm – the Queens Christmas message. I’m not one to buy into all the Royal hoo ha but for some reason, having queenie talk about peace on earth and goodwill to all warmed my heart. Getting soft…

Anyone that knows me well can guess what my third favourite thing of the day was… food, all the food and all the gin. Because bacon and prosecco and Lindt balls were burned off during present time. Kyles certainly outdid herself, gammon (ham to us Aussies), Yorkshire pudding, sprouts, parsnips and the best gravy I’ve had in my life. Would sell my soul for more of that gravy… if I had one left that is…

Christmas ain’t Christmas without Christmas movies and we all know the best Christmas flick around, Die Hard!! Too bad I passed out in a jet lag haze before the infamous and best line of all time… “Ho Ho Ho (insert expletives – my mum is reading this…)”. Apparently I kept waking up and asking Kylie’s if I’d missed it and promising her we’d get to the pub in a minute. Liar. I was passed out in a happy place of gin, full belly, bestie and finally those sleeping pills that kicked in 24 hours too late…

Tuesday 25th December 2018

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