Apparently the taxi guys try to rip you off and it is in a dodgy area of town. The hostel I have booked is supposed to be seventeen minutes walk from the station. My mind is obsessively going over the things I need to do - change money, find an ATM, get a ticket to Budapest for tomorrow, get to the hostel, get food and water for the train tomorrow, go to the post office, be a tourist and see the Roman Athenaeum. And all the while a counter thread of 'You're wasting the opportunity to see Bulgaria and Romania, all of those interesting villages you've passed, you should explore.'
I miss the truck. I miss someone else making all the travel decisions. I miss travelling with other people. I miss Jamie's farts and Jess's outrageous comments. I miss the steadiness of the two Johns. I miss Andrew's straight-faced humour. I miss Al and I miss Juan.
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I should add, for the sake of my mother, that I have arrived at the Green Frog Hostel now and it is quite nice. I did muck up buying the ticket for tomorrow, so now I don't have enough time to get any washing done and no clean clothes left, but I am sure it will all work out.
you're so brave
(I'm going to stop saying this when it stops seeming appropriate to say it.)
I miss your blushing when I fart....or say nuts!!
I have told my brother about the fullstop, he admires your dexterity (or what ever the appropriate word is in this context)
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