Being British.
Wednesday, 27 November 2013
Zzz.
Droopy eyelids as my head hits the pillow.
Visions of the crazy cool bar we just went in, entrance through a butcher, as I'm about to drift off. A very full belly of goulash delicious.
Wicked start to what looks like a 6 night (bus) bender.
Tomorrow: free day. Budapest, we roam.
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