Budpest, Hungary

The trip from Krakow to Budapest was one of the worst experiences of my life. I’m not going to go into too much detail but it consisted of 19 hours on trains and in train stations. I didn’t sleep. There were crazy people taking off clothes. No one spoke any English anywhere. Terrifying.
Basically, only take direct trains in eastern Europe.
When I finally did make it to Budapest I was a day late and as I walked into my hostel I was beyond exhausted. I tried to check in with the guy who seemed to be in charge and he just got really angry with me. I explained the situation. He told me he’d been waiting all night for me to check in and why didn’t I call. Honestly, it hadn’t occurred to me. I hadn’t been to a hostel yet that wasn’t 24 hour reception, and after the night I’d just had, calling my hostel was the last thing on my mind. He walked out of the room, motioned for me to follow and pointed at a bed in a large room then walked away. There were no sheets, no pillow. I just took off my nasty two day old sweat soaked clothes fell on it and passed out. I slept through most of that day.
When I finally woke up I tracked down the hostel worker again to apologize. He seemed in a much better mood. We had a nice chat and he showed me on a map were to go for a good cheap meal. In the end he was one of my favorite hostel people. He always made a point to offer me coffee in the morning.
Also the place that he showed me was delicious, although I have no idea what I ordered.
The first full day I was in Budapest I went on a walking tour the hostel worker had shown me. It was free although not through the same company I’d been using up until now. It turned out to be run by two university professors of linguistics just for kicks. It was awesome. The city is probably one of the most beautiful cities I’ve seen.