I am back in bloody Singapore.
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So touched by the Hungarian hospitality and warmth. OHHHH brings a tear to my eyes. Well, you can check out their gypsy band here:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=bNRb-mGN7ww
My friend's the violinist, his brother's the guitarist, and their dad's a bassist. SO COOL RIGHT??? But yeah, hard life. Gigs are not fixed, and well, sometimes you have dry spells. But it's summer now so they've got quite a few gigs. Anyway, I'm supposed to help them find some gigs in Singapore (For some reason they really really REALLY LOVE Singapore. Especially Little India and Mustadfa Centre. In fact, they want to name their next child Mustafa. Hahaha!), so if anyone has contacts, please call me!
Well, I don't know why, but all them Hungarians have a strange, almost obsessive fixation with why I do not have a boyfriend. Not only Hungarians, even the nice Russians I met on the plane too. I am asked about 5 times a day, "SO, you have boyfriend in Szingapur???" (with an Eastern European accent). When I reply in the negative,they look extremely shocked, almost outraged that I had insulted their whole family or similar, and they go, "WHY NOT?!?!?!??! -pause- I see you nice girl, ya? Why no boyfriend???"
WELL, IF ONLY I KNEW???
And they best part - WAIT FOR IT:
"You no like Singapore boys? Singapore boys no good, yes? Yes, I hear Singapore girls say, Singapore boys no good."
HAHAHAHAHAH!! That was the best line I've ever heard.
"In Singapore, you no boyfriend. Maybe in Hungary, you have boyfriend, yes???"
HELL YEAH!
Well, anyway. The last night in Budapest was the ultimate man. Because of my tradition to buy back local beers from countries I visit, I bought a 6-pack of Borsodi. All them one-pinters. And I REALISED, I have no check-in luggage! Awesome! So I have to finish it all. That's six fucking pints, which is about 3 litres. Perched on the window ledge in underwear (I don't want my clothes to give me away, do I?), singing Hungarian folksongs, chain-smoking and glugging Borsodi beer. Oh, my body is a temple.
3 very long hours later, I had a massive, champion headache. I thought my head was going to explode.
Bloody shit beer.
Once, I got so confused (I was NOT drunk. I was CONFUSED.) I put the matchstick (ran out of lighter fluid) in my mouth and tried to light it with my ciggie, and becoming increasingly frustrated that it wouldn't light.
Ah, don't you just love the nightlife in Budapest.
The stripbars suck though. The dancers can't dance.
Right right, I must now go to eat my BAKCHORMEEEEEEEE which I have thought about for the past 5 days. Will upload the photos (I took some.) later, brain not functioning now and cannot figure out how to connect the bloody phone to the computer. Grrr. Grrrrrrr.
Szia! (You say, "See-ya!". It means hello/bye. Same as 'ciao'.)Labels: bakchormee, beer, boyfriend, budapest, ciggies |
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