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The travel journal for C. London.

Just your normal twenty-something New Yorker who leads a somewhat nomadic existence. These are the tales of my adventures.

I have left my glamourous life of working with the rich and famous behind to play slave to three German boys as an au pair in Hamburg.

Every day at 21.07 CET I take a photo. No matter where I am, no matter what I'm doing. I then post that photo along with an anecdote, challenge, and learnt German word of the day.

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17 May 10
16 Mai 2010: Hungary weather has not been kind to me. I can’t even remember what it’s like to be dry and warm. My friend’s theory is that the city’s trying to recreate when we lived in London together - I wish it wouldn’t.

I was on my own for most of yesterday as it’s exams week here in B’pest and all my friends are busy being good students. I didn’t want to waste the day sitting in my friend’s flat (which I may or may not be currently doing), so I embarked on the warmest touristy thing I could think of: bus tour. Note: this is not how I normally travel. I think the last time I did a bus tour was five years ago in New York because a friend was visiting and she wanted to. I hid my face in shame. But, I will say this time it was a good life choice. I was warm and dry which was the ultimate goal, and I got better barrings on the city’s layout. When I was here last year, I really didn’t do any sightseeing - or at least not the sights you’d find in Foders. Budapest really is a gorgeous city from a tourists perspective.

Then there’s the “real” B’pest. The one that begins at 10 and is a hipsters dream. Szimpla - I’m struggling to find the proper way to describe this place, so here’s a little list of what you can find: old bathtubs refurbished to couches, an empty fishtank with a “fish wanted” sign, plastic tubes hanging from the celing a la Terry Gilliam’s Brazil, gutted communist cars graffitied and with a table stuck in the middle, etcetc. As I said, hipster’s dream.

Hungarian Word of the Day: kuss (pronouced like the Rosie O’Donnel endorsed Koosh balls) - shut up. This is my personal kedvence Hungarian word and I have a cipywritten hand motion that must always accompany it.

Judging by an influx of followers, I’m guessing theawesomefrogman posted my pitch. So, welcome! You have met ne at a weird time in my life. Jk not really. Just always wanted to say that in context. But, the format is a bit muddled at the moment because of being on holiday. Stay tuned for the regularly scheduled progamme.

16 Mai 2010: Hungary weather has not been kind to me. I can’t even remember what it’s like to be dry and warm. My friend’s theory is that the city’s trying to recreate when we lived in London together - I wish it wouldn’t.

I was on my own for most of yesterday as it’s exams week here in B’pest and all my friends are busy being good students. I didn’t want to waste the day sitting in my friend’s flat (which I may or may not be currently doing), so I embarked on the warmest touristy thing I could think of: bus tour. Note: this is not how I normally travel. I think the last time I did a bus tour was five years ago in New York because a friend was visiting and she wanted to. I hid my face in shame. But, I will say this time it was a good life choice. I was warm and dry which was the ultimate goal, and I got better barrings on the city’s layout. When I was here last year, I really didn’t do any sightseeing - or at least not the sights you’d find in Foders. Budapest really is a gorgeous city from a tourists perspective.

Then there’s the “real” B’pest. The one that begins at 10 and is a hipsters dream. Szimpla - I’m struggling to find the proper way to describe this place, so here’s a little list of what you can find: old bathtubs refurbished to couches, an empty fishtank with a “fish wanted” sign, plastic tubes hanging from the celing a la Terry Gilliam’s Brazil, gutted communist cars graffitied and with a table stuck in the middle, etcetc. As I said, hipster’s dream.

Hungarian Word of the Day: kuss (pronouced like the Rosie O’Donnel endorsed Koosh balls) - shut up. This is my personal kedvence Hungarian word and I have a cipywritten hand motion that must always accompany it.

Judging by an influx of followers, I’m guessing theawesomefrogman posted my pitch. So, welcome! You have met ne at a weird time in my life. Jk not really. Just always wanted to say that in context. But, the format is a bit muddled at the moment because of being on holiday. Stay tuned for the regularly scheduled progamme.

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh