Holidays are very important for most people, they are seen as a chance of a well earned break from the stress and struggle of their everyday routine. Safe to declare, when the prospect of a vacation unfolded before me that draining day ahead of Christmas exams I grabbed that opportunity by both horns, the likelihood of refilling my fuel cells and overeating/drinking myself into oblivion was just too good to pass up. We finished our placement at the end of January so instead of lingering around for a good aul St. Brigid's day mass in the local church eight of my fellow scholars and I scampered down to Hungary in true gangnam, doggy, St. Pat's College style. Savour the following five aspects I've recited from our trip.
1. St. Stephen's Basilica. There was once a period in my life where I was determined I would become an architect. That fantasy was quick to flee the scene when I was informed the profession required a lot of artistic photographing and philosophical examining of medieval churches and ancient buildings. It sadly did not involve me full-time designing nine story, fourteen bedroom mansions for members of my family to move into. Nonetheless, it was hard not to be impressed with this towering masterpiece. A highlight was the fresh sun-drenched view I received from the elevated balcony positioned at the top of the cathedral overlooking the entire city. It was almost as unforgettable as the three hundred and two plunging steps that eventually got me there.
2. The night life. This blog-post ideally should be overloaded with breathtaking picturesque images of the Hungarian capital's scenery and surroundings. However, on one particular night where I was painting the town red my phone was stolen/misplaced when I was intoxicated on one too many cinnamon flavoured tequilas and thus a trip's worth of evidence exited my life. This might give you a flavour of how the evening's entertainment would usually manifest.
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| Holiday themed montage, complimentary pouting included. |
3. Thermal baths. I omitted myself from this inclusion on the itinerary because body confidence issues aside the entire notion of sharing an outdoor communal lavatory with groping strangers and a flock of pigeons just wasn't my idea of a good time. By all means watching it was way more fun. I got to both enjoy and endure all the sights and sounds that humanity had to offer without the need to pinch or pepper spray away any unwanted visitors. It was superb. I'm also very much grateful that I live in a world where naked Mondays are no longer a thing.
4. Dracula's Castle. Although I like to regard myself as a logical and rational human being I was gorging down crates of liquidised Chicken Kievs at a startling pace prior to our entry to the city's copy of the infamous vampire's Romanian based manor. I may be forgiven considering all the squealing I overhead from horrified members of the public fully convinced that the red malt wine boiling in a cauldron outside his palace was blood. I can't really blame them considering Dracula's involvement and the overly urgent hustling from the teeth less street sellers.
5. Outdoor skating-rink. I fail at many tourist activities. Someone once offered to usher me to the internationally recognised Newgrange attraction in county Meath to see the fascinating stone passageway and chambers at first hand. I assumed they were talking about free range chickens and that I was going to some sort of alternative animal rights inspired petting zoo. However, I have predominated the ice-skating world since being that overgrown jelly baby roller-blading dangerously around my home like a paediatric inspirited eighties American diner. Whilst in Budapest we gallivanted down to the outdoor skating rink and the eastern Europeans put my crew and I to shame. They each had their own individual ice skates and not the cheap rental ones the complex offered us, they all outperformed us on their interpretations of Torvill and Dean's bolero and they all attempted to spit at us directly in the face whilst in the midst of their daredevil head-bangers.
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| The service charges were out to rob us at every opportunity. . |
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