Well Aren't You Sneaky Mr. Clean.

You know what, Mr. Clean... you should try harder when you escape North America... Perhaps a new outfit, wig, taking out the earing?

You are still more trustworthy than Dix. I mean that guy just looks drunk.

Ah good ol' Gold Drop Dix.

Wine Country AKA Death Mountain

I have never, ever, ever, been so hot in my entire life. I have swam in hot springs, I have camped in George, Washington (he he) in a tent in an open field in the desert, I have roasted on beaches in snazzy locales such as Costa Rica, Mexico and Slave Lake, Alberta... But nothing can compare to Tokaj, Hungary. Nothing. Though I have no idea what the temperature people told me it was probably between 35-38 degrees...

Blah!

There was no wind, there was humidity, there was no beach.

That is not festival weather my friends, that is not a situation in which to be camping, carrying a backpack with tent, to be drinking (because it is wine country- people), eating soup (because it is a specialty), tenting, try Fény for the first time (carbonated vodka - the only thing that should be carbonated is water, with syrup, NOT vodka and syrup... BLECH) etc...

Conditions such as theses lead to profuse sweating, making fun of british people and swimming in the dirtiest river I have seen outside the Danube.

In other news, I had a great weekend away, I fell in love with Furmint Fröccs,watching people trip over tent lines and the band Groove Armada. The linked video doesn't do them justice, because there are no unitards worn by a woman with an undercut.

Also, who knew that Hungary would have such great ac/dc and Guns and Roses cover bands: AB CD and Hollywood Rose. So original.

Without further ado here are some images:

-I honestly wonder what we are expected to do on this train?

- For my Dad: A picture of a sunflower field... They also grow corn and what looked like barley or something... It is you, who taught me the art of taking thousands of pictures of fields.

-Small town with oh so many wires.

-And that, my dear, is where babies come from.

-Our leftover bacon...

-Cutest little square in the world! I could have spent hours here complaining about how hot I was... Oh wait...

-More cute square, fountain in which we drank from; shade in which we complained in.

-"Can I sit on those stair and complain"... "Why yes you can Jill, yes you can"

-That is right, you know how to close off the cutest square in the world Tokaj

-All right plant people, show me your skills... WHAT IS THIS!?! More importantly, can I eat it?

-Fröccs... You say wine spritzer, I poorly pronounce Fröccs.

-But all is all right in the world... because this is where you buy the best Fröccs in the world.

My Newer Home.

I moved at the beginning of June to my very own flat [sic]. It has everything a girl could want. Kitchen with en suite bathroom, Stolen road sign, window that opens out onto the street (tres chic or door for mosquito), a tv nightstand, a cat garbage can (I don't like cats but I don't mind putting my garbage in them), a pink wall, a green wall and a turquoise wall.

More importantly it comes with a landlord from heaven (baked goods, delectable cuisine and arts and crafts projects all conveniently located across the hall). I am just a few blocks from the river, an island and an amazing bakery (excellent ice cream and pretty cookies to look at though I have not tried them). OH! and a bike (named Rosa Parks - more pictures of her another time).

I love it and rarely wear pants anymore (the things with legs, British people) which the locals who frequent, what appears to be a snow white themed bar, probably appreciate.

Tour? Sure why not!

-Welcome to my Kitchen... to the left of my washing machine is my bathroom.

-Upgrades will include a mirror... All in good time. Lowering the quality of the blog one picture of a bathroom at a time.

-Exiting my kitchen/entry way you can find my living/bedroom.

-Couch that turns into a bed... glamorous.

-Dining room, Junk table and bed.

-Must hang art soon...

-Yes, my friends, that was a wicked awesome tv night stand.

Budapest was Sinking and I Don’t Think Anyone Should Have Even Considered Swimming.

Flood!

Holy taledo the Danube flooded a couple weeks ago and it was like nothing I have ever seen. One day you are spitting off a bridge and wondering if it had hit the water and the next thing you know your tram line is full of water and the parliamentaerians are going to work in traditional boats. Lies! I know, but they should have because one. that would have been awesome and two. they could have seeing as the stairs conveniently led directly into the water.

I surveyed the situation on a daily basis, draggin' (because in 'Merica they don't use "G"s) my American tourist friend along, leading him to believe that a dirty river was all this city has to offer.

-One of the many bridges in which tour boats couldn't fit under... Not the one I was spitting off of unfortunately.

-Said Parliament Craziness…..

-People! Don't walk in there! Don't you see the water busting through the cracks. DON'T YOU SEE?!?!

-DANGER!

-I watched two boys bike into the water and secretly hoped they would get duck itch.

Shudder!

Not Pictured: The road under water on the other side of the river.

-TREES!

-I get it... there aren't many beaches to offer your kids. But, seriously parents, this was no place for a child.

-I suggest no parking.