beetrock

So today I saw D off to the airport. Very sad. I wept at the customs booth for a few minutes while watching him expose the flashy contents of his carryon. Then I had to go to the bathroom really badly, which added more pain and suffering to the whole seeing off process. Then I sat on a bus with a group of Asian students from London who kept wondering where the hell they were going. But tonight, to sooth my heartache I bought a cheap, used bicycle, with basket attached. It pretty much rules. I also bought a helmet, which has Spider Man coloring and makes me look like the biggest idiot to ever roam the streets of Budapest. Let’s hope it will save me from any potential brain damage. The girl at the bike store was somehow not impressed with my biking skills – “Don’t end up under a car or something,” she said. Oh Hungarians and their dark, depressed humor! Ok, my basket is at the back and there is no dog… yet, but check out the sweet free ride this guys is getting!!