Back home. Sitting at my shitty, found-on-the-sidewalk desk while laundry is in the machine. Just got back from the grocery store, and I’ve also backed up, updated, and cleaned my computer today. Transferred my travel photos to it, and to my external hard drive again. Bought a bunch of veggies and yogurt and chicken and whole-wheat bread. Planning to get healthy again – in terms of eating and activity. I put in a tonne of work at the gym and at volleyball, but it’s not really apparent. I wore a Speedo to the thermal baths in Budapest, and I look like a whale. No definition or muscle tone – and that was after 1.5 weeks of not eating as much (particularly late at night) and walking around all day! Wtf! I’m hella discouraged.
So I’ll eat healthier / less and will sign up for a gym again. I cancelled Anytime Fitness before my trip because I wouldn’t be using it while abroad. Had to argue with them so it would happen instantaneously, instead of being charged for another month, since they apparently need that much notice. What? Why? But I succeeded, so yay me.
Was hoping that three weeks off from the gym completely – and much longer in terms of working the upper body – would help my shoulders and upper back heal. But that hasn’t happened, for some MF reason. They are still sore and feel disordered. I don’t know what the cause is, or how to fix it, and I don’t get benefits for another two months – so I should probably lay off the gym until then. But I’m unhappy with my body right now, and want to work to improve it, so I’m not sure what to do. As per usual / for a typical Libra, I’m being indecisive. Any advice?
Anyway, I made it back safely last night! It was a long day of traveling, and I caught a cold towards the end of my trip, so yesterday was pretty dreadful. Had a headache the entire time and my nose was running like a faucet – and blowing it so often made it all dry and irritated. Not fun.
However, I survived, and re-experiencing my own shower and bed last night felt amazing. I also had some nachos and drank a peach cider while watching The Challenge Vendettas with my new roommate, Paul. It was nice! And I know that’s antithetical to trying to get back in shape, but whatever, I never said I was a role model.
Woke up at 8 after sleeping a good nine hours, even if the hostel I stayed in was bullsh, and this guy snoring sounded like a friggen foghorn. Got some brie and jamón and baguette from Lidl, made myself a nice sandwich, then grabbed my bag and set out to the airport. Grabbed a large cappuccino on the way, with all my remaining money – and only realized after ordering that the place didn’t have a legit espresso machine, but one of those that is more like a vending machine. Ugh! For my last nice coffee in Europe! Oh well, it was delicious. Then I rode the U-Bahn and S-Bahn to the Flughafen, and getting through security was rough. All these people were cutting the line because they arrived with ~20 minutes to spare. Legit, it was 11:10, and people were asking if they could get in front of me, because their flight was at 11:20. Like, yes!!! Goooooo!!! And next time, get here much earlier, idiot.
I flew WOWair back, and again, it was not punctual. I don’t know what I should’ve expected when my flights were so cheap, but shoot, where’s the professionalism? Boarding was supposed to begin at 11:40, and they didn’t even announce the gate until 11:45 – which turned out to be in a whole different terminal. And then boarding didn’t actually start until after noon, and we didn’t take off until 30 minutes after we were supposed to. So dumb.
Somehow, we still got to Reykjavik on time, and I had three hours to kill there. I found a table with a plug and strong WiFi, so it didn’t really bother me at all. Would’ve loved a nice latte, but just a coffee was more than $6 Canadian in the local currency, which I didn’t have – and I didn’t want Tangerine to charge me lots of fees, so I just toughed it out, sipping on cold Icelandic water from the tap.
Then on the second flight, I moved to an available window seat (woo!) and managed to snooze for the first three hours. Not bad at all, and with how sick I was, I needed the sleep! Then I watched Survivor Thailand for the remainder of the flight, and finished the season while waiting for my Greyhound in Montreal. I don’t think it was an abysmal season at all, though. Not sure why it has that reputation. Looking forward to seeing Shii Ann again!
I also finished my book yesterday, the second of the trip. This one was, as you might recall, What Alice Forgot, by Liane Moriarty. I definitely enjoyed it – as I do with all her books – but Big Little Lies is still my favourite. Then I began reading Little Fires Everywhere, just ‘cause I had so much time to wait. Wanted to write this blog post, but with how my head was feeling – I couldn’t have tolerated starting at a bright, white LCD screen for that long. So today I’m accomplishing it instead!
Then on the bus ride home, I listened to another episode of the Brain Candy Podcast and IMed with some friends and also dozed for a while. And around 10:45pm, I walked in my front door – which was 4:45am in Berlin, the time zone I was acclimated to, when I had been on the go since 9:30am (or 8:15, if you count me going to buy breakfast). Exhausting. But bitch, I did it!
K, gotta go hang my clothes up now, and I’m also going to check out the Jack Purcell Community Centre weight room, to gauge how busy it is when I will typically be going there (right after work).
Well, the weight room at Jack Purcell is not what I remembered it being – no leg press machine and only one squat rack – and apparently the pool is small too. So looks like I won’t be registering there. I guess that leaves GoodLife, since I’ll have a good rate due to being a public servant… But everybody works out there. Ugh. We’ll see.
Got home, hung my clothes up, and got hungry – so I made six salads and a pizza. Watched the latest episode of RPDR (Cracker and Aquaria and Monét <3) and now it’s 7:50pm. It’s Loic’s birthday party tonight, and he already told me to show up at 8:30, not 8, since I’m always late anyway…. And I daresay he might be right D: Going to cut my hair, trim my beard, shower, and get ready now. Might even put on some makeup, we’ll see. And I’ll finish this – writing about BUDAPEST – later on. Tomorrow. I’ve been productive enough today 😛
Okay, it’s two days later. I think I jet lag has affected me. I woke up yesterday at 7am, went to the bathroom, and had lots of trouble falling back to sleep. Last night, I was watching Shortbus with Rock, Simon, Colum, Adam, Moe, and two new people – and it was 11pm and I was just exhausted. Got up today at 8:30am even though it’s a Sunday, and I’m generally just feeling out of whack. Got those post-travel blues as well. Yes, it’s good to be sleeping in my own bed and seeing friends again, but I’m not happy to be back. It’s below zero right now (windchill of -8°C) with freezing rain. The sun hasn’t been out since I’ve returned, and tomorrow I have to return to the office. Ugh.
At least things are going well with the new roommate, Paul. He’s gonna play Dominion with me and Freddy tonight, so I look forward to that. And last night was pleasant too, although the movie was weird. And I was happy to see Richard, Loic, Brandon and Co. on Friday night as well. But I was in a weird headspace and didn’t have a fantastic time. People kept asking if I was okay, and I’m not really sure why it was so apparent I wasn’t enjoying myself to the fullest. It was probably a combination of the jet lag, not being thrilled about being back in Ottawa, and how Eric & Freddy didn’t come, and Rich & Lo were busy hosting, and there were two guests there who aren’t my biggest fan… Just not a good mélange. Hopefully I shake this funk soon!
So, Budapest. Went on that walking tour, and our tour guide was named Norbert – yes, like the dragon from Harry Potter. It started in a square where the Spring Festival was being held and proceeded to the banks of the Danube, which separates the two sections of the city: Buda and Pest. Norbert told us about Hungarian history – its part in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the Ottoman Empire, being occupied by Nazi and then Soviet forces, etc. Lots of turmoil throughout its years, and it was fascinating to learn.
Hungary is very flat, so any rise in elevation they call a mountain. That’s why the other riverbank (Buda) has two “mountains” – one with a castle (which was never used as a castle, but rather a palace for Queen Maria Theresa from Vienna) and one with the Statue of Liberty, or as it’s nicknamed in the city, the “Giant Bottle Opener.” Pest is more like a pancake or pizza – just flat.
We walk through Elisabeth Square, which is named after Sissi, of Vienna, not Elisabeth, of England. It has the Budapest Eye, just like the giant Ferris wheels in London and Orlando. I particularly liked this square – lots of grass (both real and faux) to sit on, with some small fountains and a pool you can dip your feet in and food kiosks. Underneath this pool is a bar called Aquarium – and apparently the water gives it really cool atmosphere. The way/stairs down to the bar has lots of seating too, and almost every time I passed it, there was live music coming from it. The weather was truly amazing the entire time I was in Budapest – sunny and above twenty degrees – and Sissi Square was always filled with people enjoying the warmth, the music, and the general summery feeling. I loved it.
Norbert tells us that after taking damage in one of the World Wars (it suffered in both), Budapest had the opportunity to rebuild. They made the main roads fan out like a horseshoe/rainbow around the Inner City, ending on the river, and they constructed a large boulevard from Sissi Square to Heroes’ Square to evoke Champs Elysées. They were very inspired by Paris, so a lot of the architecture is Art Nouveau and Renaissance – and if these buildings were knocked down during armed conflict, they were rebuilt in the original style. So it looks more like Vienna and less like Berlin 😛
We also saw the main church in the city, St. Stephen’s. It is not a cathedral, though, it is a basilica. Apparently there are differences in style / size / something that dictate its official title, which in this case, is basilica. Before it was constructed, a much smaller church sat on the site – and when the Danube flooded really badly one time, people found refuge in it, as it was on a small hill. After the water levels receded is when they decided to erect this magnificent edifice. It is gorgeous. I never went inside – we didn’t go on the tour and I didn’t have time otherwise – which is fine, since blah blah blah, I’ve seen so many GD churches. What I am sad I didn’t get to do, though, is ascend to by the building’s dome. It gives phenomenal views of the city, and I’m disappointed I never made it. Unsurprisingly, it closed relatively early, and that’s why I couldn’t do it. My consolation is that other parts I was to – the two “mountains” in Buda – gave me great panoramas of the Pest side. So that’s fine.
Then we crossed the Chain Bridge – the first of its kind, I believe, but definitely the first permanent bridge between Buda and Pest (the previous ones were all wooden, and washed away when the Danube swelled too high) – to the other side. Then climbed “Castle Mountain,” witnessed the beautiful views from the top, walked past the government office buildings, and learned more about history of the country. My first day in Budapest was also the day of the national elections – so that was pretty interesting to hear about from a local.
We ended our tour by another important church, St Matthias’ – with an impressive colourful tiled roof, like the main cathedral in Vienna. It also has the “Fisherman’s Bastion” structure near it – a white marble wall with seven towers, representing the seven tribes that came together to incorporate the city. Yeah, it’s called bastion, but it was never used in any military conflict. And across the river is the gorgeous and intricately designed Parliament! Lots of amazing sights to be seen in Budapest.
After the walking tour, I meander to a restaurant that Norbert recommended, in the Jewish Quarter – which is the place to go out for food or drinks in the city. This eatery was Blue Rose and is supposed to be affordable, authentic Hungarian cuisine. I order a three-course meal because it was reasonably priced and had various things I wanted to try – and I was famished. The starter was goulash soup served with soft white bread. My entire trip, I heard so much about goulash, so I finally ordered it… And it’s just a beef stew. Nothing special at all. Whomp.
The main was grilled pork with fried potatoes/wedges and a salad of pickle, cabbage, and tomato. It was all fine, nothing extraordinary. I asked for mayo for my taters… And they served me tartar sauce. Not the same at all, so I sent it back with a “no thank you.” Felt like a jerk doing so, but if I’m not going to eat it, I don’t want them charging me for it. Dessert, however, was delicious. Yellow sponge cake with pudding and whipped cream and chocolate drizzle. Decadent and scrumptious. Yum!
Then I wander back to the riverbank to watch the sunset – and the city, illuminated during dusk, was simply breathtaking. I crossed one of the bridges to see the Pest side as well, and wow, it was picture-perfect! Especially Buda Castle and the Chain Bridge, with the darkening sky and yellow streetlamps along the river. That’s where the default photo is taken from.
Finally, back to the hostel, where I worked more on the last blog post, and then out to Coxx Bar, just to check it out. I end up talking with an Argentine, a Hungarian, and this older Irish couple, the last of which was particularly entertaining. I asked them for pointers for what to do the next day, and we had a great time conversing with each other.
(I am tiring of this entry… So I’m gonna speed up now)
Full Day 2 of Budapest
Wake up, get ready, pack up, and move my stuff to the new hostel, GoodMo House, just down the block. Checkout from Mandala was at 12, so I took my time sleeping in and getting up. I intended to have breakfast at GoodMo, but 8:30 rolled around and I was not feeling it. So I dozed.
Stowed my bag in luggage storage and then headed directly to a café recommended on TripAdvisor, 9BAR. Got a flat white and a little egg basket pastry. Yummy. Tried to get a langos (a local treat) from the place Norbert suggested (Retro Langos), but they didn’t take euros. I had to find somewhere that would take the currency and give me back Hungarian forints in change – but I didn’t want the exchange rate to be horrible. The California Coffee Company would have only changed it at 260 forints, which is garbage. Good ol’ Starbucks is what I used in the end, since they changed it at 295 (~300 is the actual exchange rate), had an affordable caprese baguette, and I could use their WiFi and bathroom. When you’re traveling around Europe, free public bathrooms are few and far between – so you need to be strategic about where you go. I also had to brush my teeth 😛 It was a great stop, alright?
Then I wander down the Budapest Champs Elysées – called Andrassy Ut (or Andrassy Street) – listening to the Brain Candy Podcast about Tonya Harding and how women should stop being polite. Heroes Square is large and beautiful, with cool gates, awesome surrounding architecture, and the entrance to a large city park – which also boasts some sightly ponds and another castle(-like structure). Great for photos. Importantly, this park is also the location of the most popular thermal baths of the city, Széchenyi. But I didn’t have any local currency, so I didn’t go that day.
I keep walking around the city, up to and around Margit Island, then to the Buda side, got a better look at Parliament, then back across Chain Bridge into the Inner City – where I finally got my langos. They’re kinda like a Beavertail: fried dough covered in various toppings. I got mine with sour cream, shredded cheese, red onion, and smoked Hungarian sausage. It was delicious, omigod.
Then I lie on the grass in Sissi Square – how I love it so much – reading my Kindle and enjoying the setting sun and live music. Perfect. Then to Szimpla to meet Adam and Emma, my English buddies from Vienna! Szimpla was the original ruins bar in Budapest, established in 2001, and was voted the third best bar in the world by TripAdvisor in a relatively recent poll. I didn’t know this second fact until after I experienced it – but I can understand why. It’s just such a unique experience there. Very hip and popular. Reminded me of Eva B, the thrift store in Montreal. Kitschy cool, a bit chaotic, not polished or orderly, but with its own unapologetic style. I loved it – and it’s not even like there was a queue to get in, or cover charge, or pricey drinks! What more do you want in a bar? They sometimes have live music, and film screenings, and other cool, hip stuff. Y’all really need to check it out if you find yourself in Budapest – you won’t be disappointed.
Adam, Emma, & I had a fab time at Szimpla and then at Karavan (food trucks in an empty lot right by the bar), just talking the night away, about tattoos and life and Drag Race (and I’m not going to RuPaulogize about it). The hours flew by! I loved it! ❤ So glad I got to meet them in Vienna, because they really made Budapest even more amazing.
Budapest, Day 3
I did not sleep well at GoodMo. Alex, the Canadian I had met who recommended the hostel, neglected to inform me that the mattresses were thin AF. Literally, it hurt laying on my side, because my hip bones felt the frame. Not cool. And these silly German girls come into the room at 2am and flip the friggen overhead light on! When we are in a room with 10 beds! How inconsiderate is that! Annoying. I had gone to bed after 1am, not really super early, and then it seemed every single person that came in the room had to ruffle through their stuff extensively to get what they needed. Lights on, lots of noise, suitcases zipping and unzipping – and I couldn’t get to sleep. And then, when the German girls finally go to sleep… The one snores like a friggen semi truck! So loud! And was sleeping in the bunk right over mine! It was not amazing. I should really put more care into choosing my hostels, on my next trip. I can afford a couple more dollars a night if it means actually being able to sleep well. UGH.
Anyway. I get up, have the hostel breakfast – disappointing – and then get a cappuccino as I’m walking right to the Terror House. Lonely Planet mentioned it on their guide, it discussed the history of the city, and even its name suggests horror. So I had to go. It’s a museum all about the various atrocities committed in the city, by the Soviets, the Nazis, the police force (like the Gestapo), etc. And it’s housed in the same building as the headquarters of this brutal police force, that was responsible for torturing and imprisoning people and using barbaric interrogation techniques, that sometimes even resulted in death! Scary!
It was a depressing, frightening museum, definitely – learning about the horrors of all these regimes and what the city and people of Budapest have suffered (and, indeed, committed) in the past century. Scary, sad stuff. But necessary to be aware of. I recommend this museum, and it was only about €10.
After I exited, I obviously wasn’t in the best mood. But as I was walking through the city, I enjoyed the warmth and the plants in bloom (since it sure as well ain’t like that here in Ottawa), and I bought a carbonara pastry from a bakery that was delectable. I was heading to the thermal baths, which were two metro stops away from where I was. The workers at the first hostel told me the people who check the tickets wear bright green vests and only really work at night – so I thought I’d be in the clear. Get on the train, ride one stop, and all is fine. After the doors shut again, I’m just standing and listening to my iPod – and the older woman in front of me turns around, puts on an armband, and asks to see my ticket. F*CK.
So I tell her I don’t have one, she gets her fellow goonie (another older woman), and we step off at the next stop. I contemplate just running, since I’m in Nikes and clearly faster than them and already outside the train… But why dig myself into a bigger hole? I broke the rules and I need to deal with the consequences. If I paid right then, the fine is 8000 HUF – or 16,000 if I pay within a month. I didn’t really think about this, but how would they have enforced this fine, if I chose the latter? I was leaving the country the next day, and the continent the following day – so are they really going to hound for what amounts to a bit more than €25? I don’t think so.
However, I didn’t consider this, so I just gave her literally all the money from my wallet, which (thankfully) was 8000 exactly. UGH SO ANNOYING, I ONLY RODE IT FOR TWO STOPS. But it’s my own damn fault. I should’ve just walked, since it was only ten minutes on foot and it’s not even like it was raining. I’m an idiot, but whatever, oh well, lesson learned.
So because I had to cough up this money, I had to go to another ATM to get cash for the rest of my stay – and had to pay more fees to do so. Irksome.
However, my mood perked up soon after that, because I entered the famous thermal baths, and oh wow, they were heavenly. The water felt amazing, the architecture was sublime, the clouds cleared up, and it was fun to people-watch. I relaxed in the outdoor pool, read my book on a lounge chair in the sun, explored the inner pools and saunas, and rinse and repeat. I forgot to bring a towel, so I had to let the sun dry me. The whole afternoon was massively enjoyable. I loved it – spent 3.5 hours there, not talking to anyone.
But it was approaching evening on my last day in Hungary, and I still had lots of things I wanted to do. I ran out of time to go up to St. Stephen’s dome, but I did manage to climb up to the Liberty Statue and the nearby Citadel. This was once again during sunset, and the views of the city, all lit up, were once again breathtaking. They were so nice that a couple was doing a wedding shoot while I was up there! Awesome!
Then, back to Szimpla (to use their WiFi and make plans), grab an absolutely delicious green Thai curry baguette panini from Bors, and meet up with Emma and Adam at their hostel. She wanted to stay in and cook dinner for herself, so Adam & I go back to Karavan. He’s vegan, so it’s difficult finding good food while he’s traveling. And I already had my phenomenal sandwich, and that was on the way back to my hostel, so what do I care? We sit and chat at the picnic tables there into the night. I had intended to get to bed early, but again, I lost track of time and that didn’t happen. Oh well. Not like I was getting supreme sleep at GoodMo anyway 😛
He had gotten a tattoo that day, and it looked great. Even the Irish couple told me that Budapest is a good place to get tattoos, since it’s so arty and affordable – and I really got that itch. However, I ran out of time and local money, and didn’t feel like using the ATM again… So I might get it here in Ottawa. I plan on “audentes Fortuna iuvat” on the inside of my right bicep. The translation of that Aeneid quote is something I’ve written several times on here, and something I like to believe in – so why not, right? Might as well get ink number eight, as it’s been a full year since my last body modification.
Budapest, Day 4
Get up early, another night without quality sleep, and I feel a cold coming on. Not fun, but I guess I wasn’t really taking care of myself. No big deal either, since I was at the tail end of my trip.
Make it to the Budapest airport and through security, and I spend the rest of my Hungarian currency on a chicken-parmesan baguette, a large cappuccino, and a chocolate-orange cookie at a café in the terminal. Sit down and watch the new episode of Survivor. But then I get nervous I’ll miss my flight, so I stop it before Tribal Council and walk to my gate. Good thing I did, because boarding had commenced and it took a while to get to the plane. I flew Ryanair, so of course I had to walk on the tarmac to the plane itself. And actually finding where I had to be was much more difficult than it had any business being. The gate was in this huge, like, warehouse/hangar, and I saw nobody else as I was rushing over there. Confusing and nerve-wracking. But I made it! 😀 And had an uneventful flight to Berlin.
Berlin, Take 2
My malaise progressed to a full-blown cold, so I was tired and not feeling great in Berlin. I had plans to do lots but didn’t manage it all. I check into my hostel, which is disgusting (there is literal graffiti on stall doors in the bathroom, and trash and dirty clothes in the shower room, ugh), but whatever, I’m just there for a night.
I go to Flamingo Fresh Food for some lunch, which is this fabulous place near Fredrichstrasse Station. Got a large cappuccino and a shrimp-avocado sandwich. So yummy. I take my time after I finish, just relaxing in the café, using their WiFi and reading my book. I really wasn’t feeling good, so what’s the rush?
Get back on the U-Bahn to go to Charlottenburg Palace, and then I realize – forget this, I don’t have the energy. So I ride back to the Check In Hostel and take a much-needed nap. Felt much better after those blissful Zs, and then I head again to Charlottenburg, listening to more Brain Candy Podcast. It was a lovely evening in Berlin, really pleasant weather. The palace itself reminds of me the Schoenbrunn in Vienna – yellow and decadent with fancy French gardens behind it. On a smaller scale, though.
I was far away from the city centre and without WiFi then, so I did not know how to navigate to my next stop or which restaurant I should go to for dinner. I ride back the way I came. Probably not the most direct route, but it worked out. I return to Flamingo to use their WiFi, but the place is closed and they apparently turned off their router too. Scheisse. So I’m wandering the streets near the station and spy this one restaurant. I go in, notice that almost all the tables are full, see a TripAdvisor sticker, and check out the menu. Looks like authentic cuisine with reasonable prices, and I’m so tired, so why not?
Sit down, order schnitzel with mushrooms in a cream sauce and potatoes, fried with onion and bacon – and unfortunately I don’t have money for beer. The meal is fantastic, though. Really hit the spot, and I just happened upon this place! It was serendipitous.
Finally, I head to Monsterkabinett, over by Museum Island, and have some trouble locating it. It’s down this alley and around the corner, in a very Halloween-y sector. It definitely appealed to me – awesome murals and interesting décor and coloured, dim lights and everything. Had to wait a full hour for the show to start, so I sit at a bar and use their WiFi but can’t afford to buy anything. It was worth the wait, though, because it was another absolutely unique and bizarre experience. The guy who led us through the dungeon is the artist that helped create the moving, animatronic, dancing and music-making, steampunk, welded-iron, fantasy, Beetlejuice-like, Tim-Burton-looking, creepy sculptures. There was a large spider that scuttled along the floor, “Four Eyes,” a mirror chamber, one that danced to heavy techno (so Berlin!), and a doll whose head exploded. It was so cool, right up my alley, pun intended. It was by this artist group called Dead Chickens, which has existed since the 1980s. Really cool, transgressive, odd stuff. A great way to spend my last night in the city.
I had planned to go lab.oratory (but it was closed) and to Tom’s Bar (but it doesn’t get popular until midnight) and to Topographie of Terror, but I was so exhausted by this cold – so, next time. I returned to my hostel, charged up my laptop and phone, then PTFO’d at 11:30.
Managed to sleep a solid nine hours (the bed was more comfortable than GoodMo) despite another person snoring at full damn volume, sounding like a MF foghorn, beside me. I don’t get it – if you snore that loud, then WHY ARE YOU STAYING IN A HOSTEL WITH SO MANY BEDS?! It’s super inconsiderate. And this dude was old, too! Get yourself to a private hotel room, dude! We don’t want to hear you, at all! UGH.
And then to Lidl, then the U-Bahn, then the S-Bahn, then the flughafen.
And that’s that! My most recent trip! And now I’m at 33 countries visited (although some of those were more thorough than others), and looking forward to the next ones! Just need to figure out when I can get time off work now.
All told, these two weeks abroad cost me…
- $420 for the plane
- 500 euro withdrawn at the start of my trip
- 8000 + 12,000 Hungarian forints withdrawn on my last day in Budapest
- 60 euro from the ATM for the last day in Berlin
- 2 nights in Sophie’s Hostel in Prague, since they charged my credit card, for some reason
- Bus tickets between these cities, amounting to less than 100 euro altogether
So maybe that’s $1,200? Likely less than $100 Canadian per day, for a Eurotrip. Pretty damn good, huh?
K, that’s it, folks. Hope you’ve enjoyed following along on this adventure with me! 😀 ‘Til next time,