Budapest, Bratislava and a Birthday

What I've learnt since staying in hostels is that your experience in a place is entirely dependent on the people who your'e staying with. I've stayed in some really beautifully equipped places, with gorgeous clean kitchens and bathrooms, but horrifically dull roommates, and for me that overrides the otherwise good experience. I've also stayed in some total dives, with really fantastic people, that make you not care about the fact that there's no locks in the toilets or hot water in the showers. This is exactly what happened when I headed north from Novi Sad to Budapest.

Budapest

As usual I had booked the cheapest hostel on HostelWorld - The Hangover. As far as drinking is concerned I haven't actually indulged too much on this trip, it's expensive and travelling on my own, I like to have some sense of what's going on around me. However Budapest provided me with the perfect set up to have a fantastic time, drink, hardly spend any money and feel completely secure in doing so.

My 8 bed dorm consisted of a group of four Australian guys, a Canadian girl, a Finnish girl and myself. Luckily for all of us we got on phenomenally. Unlike a lot of groups who travel together, and tend to keep themselves to themselves, the Aussies were more than happy to have myself and the other girls tagging along for the entire weekend. Our five days there were spent doing the typical touristy things, visiting the stunning Parliament building and castle, whilst our nights were spent in some of the 100s of bars and clubs that Budapest has to offer.

The highlight of the entire weekend for myself has to be the Thermal Baths. Sunday afternoon, all feeling slightly 'tender', the executive decision to actually leave the room was made. Definitely not by myself, I was pretty adamant that being hungover and going swimming was a recipe for pure disaster, but we trudged on anyway. Even the idea of an outdoor pool in late September in Central Europe made me shiver, and as our group headed out into the cold kitted in our summer bikinis and shorts, pneumonia was all that was on my mind. Yet as I sunk into the 40° water it felt like pure heaven. We spent all day there, only leaving when they closed the pools.

The nights out also proved to come in useful when by pure chance I bumped into a guy I'd met on my first day travelling in Venice, who lives in Budapest and offered to give me a little tour around! I adore being shown around by people who actually live in the city, there are so many things that Lonely Planet miss off or simply don't know about, and I'll be honest, at this point I still hadn't seen as much of the city as I probably should have. It was also lovely to see a familiar face, the whole 'it's a small world' cliche has always made me cringe. Yet here I am, using it. Because let's be honest, what were the chances of me deciding to leave a particular bar, just as he decides to enter this particular bar, in a city of 1.7 million people. Seeing someone again, especially after all this time, reminds you that maybe all the constant goodbyes that you say aren't necessarily as permanent as they might feel, and that's a little bit beautiful.

Outside the parliament building.

Post Thermal Baths.

Brent, myself and Katriina on our
 last night.

View of Budapest from the Liberty Statue.

Team Baywatch.

Bratislava

After my very full-on few days in Budapest I traveled North to Bratislava to start my new Workaway position in A Wild Elephants Hostel.

I was told by a few people about how dull Bratislava is, and that scene in Eurotrip didn't give me much hope, yet on my second day I was being thrown from a bridge and on my third we broke into a black tie gala event... Not quite as dull as I'd been warned.

Again I got tremendously lucky with my first group of guests staying in the hostel, who were a dream, and the team that were already working there made me feel immediately welcome. Something which I was slightly nervous about however, was my impending birthday. The thought of being away from home for my birthday didn't bother me as much as I thought it would, I've been having such a fantastic time I really don't need one specific day to do wonderful things or relax. I did feel slightly guilty for also missing my older brother's birthday (coincidentally also on 5th October) but other than that I was quite happy to have a nice day and let it pass without too much of a note.

I was working my first night shift (9pm-7am) into my birthday, which generally consists of letting drunk guests in, and when one of these guests found out that it was my birthday, he went out and stole for me: a bouquet of flowers, a pepper mill and a dining room chair. Gift originality at it finest right there.

A fantastically unique start to my 21st. The rest of the day was spent in the most hipster-indie-chic coffee shop Bratislava has to offer, and eating a disgusting amount of Slovakian food. Slovakian cuisine is quite similar to the other Balkan states, heavy and filling and fattening and delicious. Potato dumplings covered in cheese covered in sour cream covered in bacon - bliss.

And then came the shots. Dear God the shots. As a general rule, alcohol in this part of the world is horrifically pure, strong and frequently consumed. Despite drinking litres of pure alcohol, a good night was had by all. I think. I don't remember. I'm sure they did. Well I did at least.

Team IT gala.

The Wild Elephant (and Monkey).

My lovely carrot cake and chocolate muffins.

'Take it sleazy' Mark, myself and Lorna.

Birthday gift from my boss, 15 year old palinka.

Lorna and myself.

Selfie time.

Pain in an image,

My Little Skyrian Break

It's been quite a while since I last posted, partly due to me being pretty busy but mainly as a result of my non existent internet connection!

So, I've just arrived in the city of Thessaloniki after spending the past six weeks living and working on the tiny Greek Island of Skyros. 

With its tiny whitewashed buildings ordained with vibrant blue doors and shutters, the village looks like something straight out of Mama Mia. I however have been living in the minuscule farming town of Trachi, home to one taverna, a couple of farms and us. Which I must admit has been testing at times. 

Skyros is home to a rare breed of pony, and the farm where I've been staying is all about preserving and reestablishing the breed. The work it's self was simple enough, feed, muck and water three times a day. I can do that. Having been around horses back in England since I was small theses things were a breeze.

I was also fortunate enough to have some other fantastic volunteers staying with me, from spending my lunch breaks kayaking with Lucia, Spanish, and Iris, Austrian, to failing to make a beach bonfire with Elia, German, and Davide, Italian, it's safe to say I've had a pretty fun time and met some really lovely people. What I struggled with personally was the isolation that being on a mountainous island brings. 

Although the main village was only a stones throw away, the several large mountains in between prove to be somewhat of a hazard. Many people love this side of life though, the lack of wifi and people can be a real lure for the more reclusive type.

What I have learnt about myself is that I am not this type of person. I am a people person. I need constant social interaction with a host of new faces. I must admit this is news to me, at home I had my group of friends whom I adore and was more than content with keeping it just us. Not in a selective way, more as a result of the comfort that comes with a tight knit group. Since I've been travelling however, my eyes have been opened to the fact that there is an entire world of people out there with the same travel/life ethic, and it's wonderful! 

I can meet people from the other side of the world with whom I have so much in common, and for the past few weeks I haven't been meeting the constant flow of these guys, and I've missed it. I remember leaving the first group of strangers I made friends with in Venice, I was adamant that I'd been really lucky and wouldn't meet anyone else that I got on with. 

Of course I did, immediately.

Although I have had a really nice time having somewhere to call home, and learning about a whole new style of horsemanship, for me it was time to say goodbye. I'm more than a little excited to get my backpack on again and head off into Central Europe. Just in time for the cold weather of course... 

Day 49

As a child the thought of the six weeks summer holiday seemed like a lifetime, yet here I am, seven weeks into my trip and it has passed at an unbelievable rate!

To keep you up to speed here's a list of where I've been so far!

Venice - Bologna - Chianti - Florence - Pisa - Grosseto - Siena - Venice - Milan - Venice - Rimini - Perugia

I thought I'd do a slightly different post today, and share with you some misconceptions that I had prior to traveling, and the truths about these that I have learnt so far.

What I Thought
Keep all of your money and cards in one safe place, this way you won't lose track of anything.
What I Know
If/when you lose this holy grail of money, you are stuck. SPREAD IT OUT. Most backpacks have several different internal pockets, utilise these, hopefully this will prevent you being completely without cash or cards. 

What I Thought
I'll need a new outfit for everyday. Just because I'm backpacking doesn't mean this can't be a glamorous European adventure.
What I Know
It means exactly that. If I had but one word to sum up the trip so far it definitely wouldn't be glamorous. It would probably be sweaty. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, it just means that wearing a freshly washed and pressed ensemble everyday would bankrupt me in laundry fees. Also, the weight of carting around all of this stuff would no doubt cripple you.

What I Thought
Hostels are dirty and have terrible facilities, but they're cheap.
What I Know
Currently, I'm sitting with my legs dangling in a pool, in a hostel with the most stunning panoramic views of Perugia, for €15 a night. That's £10, less than what I'd spend on my lunch break back at home. Majority of the places I've stayed have been really lovely, granted there have been a couple which have left a great deal to the imagination, but to me a hostel means social. Yes you share a bathroom, a kitchen, and more often than not a bedroom, but it also means that you share your experience. I have met so many interesting and wonderful people who I would have missed had I stayed in a solitary room in a hotel. No its not the height of luxury, but what you lose in tiny shampoos and mints on the pillows, you more than gain in friendship. 

What I Thought
You need loads of money to travel for an extended period of time.
What I Know
In the past three days I've had nine delicious, filling meals and it has cost me €8.24 (£5.79). A bag of pasta that lasts five days costs me €1.20 and anything else is a treat. If you truly want to travel and experience as much as you can, for as long as you can, you simply can't afford to be picky about it! 

Unfortunatley I find myself yet again without a computer, meaning that a whole host of my photos are currently trapped inside my camera. As soon as I can I'll be sure to bombard the blog with them! 

Heading off to Rome tomorrow, and will post about all the wonderful, ancient sites just as soon as I can get my hands on an SD port!

Ciao.

Settling In

Evening!

Sorry that I've been a little absent! The past few weeks have been really busy for me, finding my feet in this new job, moving into an apartment and still managing to explore Venice in any free time I get!

I haven't managed to write as much as I'd have liked, which has probably been a good thing seeing as I got pretty home sick for the first time last week. I know it's really ridiculous, especially considering how long I intend to be gone for, but it happened. I think it was a result of me actually stopping. Until now I've been moving so frequently, meeting so many people and just being constantly occupied. To then find myself actually living somewhere, without constant distractions and without any long term friends was a pretty big shock. A ludicrously long Skype session with my mum managed to reassure me that what I was doing was in fact quite amazing and I should just suck it up and realise where I am. I was also fortunate to have kept in touch with some people from my first trip to Venice so having people to meet up with has helped no end, making me fall in love with the city all over again!

Another sizable development for me has been moving to somewhere semi-permanently, bringing with it the ability to unpack! Such simple delights as being able to actually select what I'm going to wear for the day, rather than a lucky-dipesque way to dressing has improved my days ten fold. Having somewhere to go that I know is just for me is really lovely as well, and being two minutes away from where I work means I don't lose out on any valuable sleep. The apartment itself is what we call a 'work in progress' but it's free and in the centre of Venice, so I can deal with some peeling paint!

It's been so nice knowing that I'm here for more than just a couple of days, up until now I've felt the need to cram as much sight seeing into as little time as possible and it has really worn me out. Being able to take my time and enjoy the city at my own pace has been a real blessing. This past week I've spent my days off visiting the islands; Lido, San Michele, Murano and Burano.

Lido has a beach! Coming from somewhere where the nearest sea is 2 hours away, brown and cold this is by far one of the best developments. It's June and I can not only sunbathe but actually swim in a sea that won't give my hypothermia. Such wonders do not exist in England and I have a feeling I'll be spending a decent amount of time there over the next few weeks.

Murano and Burano come as a sort of pair, famous for it's glass, Murano fully embraces this. Every shop is packed full of stunning hand made pieces, most of which with a price tag staggering enough to make you to choke on your gelato (of which I am consuming an inordinate amount). I visited here and Burano with a really lovely guest from the Hostel where I work. We stood for at least half an hour watching an ornament being created from scratch which was really amazing, It was interesting to see the mundanity with which the tasks were performed, I suppose that even the most elaborate of jobs become routine when done enough.

Burano has somehow managed to create tourism purely through painting their houses. There is literally nothing else there. Don't get me wrong, it clearly works, that's why we went there, and why we stayed all day! It looks like it was designed by a child, each house a brighter, more vibrant version of the last, the colours complimented perfectly by the clear blue sky. Eating a picnic surrounded by all of this gorgeous scenery I realised I couldn't be further from homesick!

So that's what I've been up to. I'd be lying if I said it isn't strange having to work again, but I get every other day off to go and explore more of this wonderful place, and I can genuinely say that I lived in Venice now (even if it was only a month!)

There are worse views to have whilst waiting for the bus!

From the top of San Marco tower.

Glass crafting in Murano.

Glass crafting in Murano.

Perfectly blue sky and sculptures.

Even the walls are decorated in glass!

Shop front in Murano. 

Burano in all it's colourful glory.

Burano.

Possibly the best gelato in all the world!

Day 1

6.30am BST- Plane

I haven't slept in just under 24 hours, for those who don't know me this is unheard of. I need sleep. And yet I've done it, not only have I managed to stay awake, but also my first solo plane journey! I think I'll survive as long as I have something to do, aimlessness is not my friend. I'm slightly worried about the weight of my enormous backpack and how I'll repack it considering mum did most of it for me. Independent traveller as ever. 

11.30am Italian Time- Compo del Ghetto Nuovo

Managed to navigate my way to the hostel like a boss, however dressed for rain and have been greeted with glorious sunshine, not complaining, just super warm! Currently sitting on a bench opposite Museo Ebrairo eating my lunch. Very surreal. I am in Venice. In Italy. On my own. 

2pm- Scuola Grande di San Rocca

Attempting to get some culture. Found this by pure chance, rambling around I I followed the sound of guitars and here I am, sitting in a great hall full of Venetian art. Worry it's wasted on me though, trying very hard to appreciate the skill involved in all of these intricate paintings, but knowing absolutely nothing about art makes it difficult. Need to check into my hostel soon as I'm totally shattered, been awake now for 29hours. Am I allowed to have a little nap or is that wasting being in Venice? Praying the hostel has wifi. 

5pm- A Venice Fish Hostel

Just woke up after a little power nap. Thank god. Been invited for dinner with the hostel staff and other guests but that's not for another three hours. It's been a long day. Exciting yet long. The hostel itself is very 'Eat, Pray, Love', a gorgeous old building but in need of a lot of love and a vast infusion of money. The paint has all but peeled off the walls and the structural integrity of the bunk beds is very questionable, but it does the job and I feel like I'm in real Venice.