Oh Poseidon, why have you chosen to rain out my holidays?

Budapest certainly ended with a bang. Stayed out all night, even past hostel check out (yikes), to say a goodbye to the city. The advertised ska band we were going to see turned out to be a ska inspired rave. Oh well, sometimes being disappointed isnt quite disappointment.

Next move was on to Croatia for some beach time. My train ride from Budapest to Zagreb was perhaps the most excrutiating of life though. Having not slept the night before, I was planning on sleeping the entire 6 hour train trip to, hopefully, put in a good effort on my first night in Croatia. Unfortunately I was seated beside a very religious lady from the US who was called by god to go and visit a church in Croatia. Good on her, not something I believe in at all, but to each their own I guess. I informed her that I was going to sleep and didnt much care for the topic of religion and how evil my generation is. The second I fell asleep, I was awoken by a tap on the knee and the lady shoving the bible in my face and telling me to believe. I dismissed her and went back to sleep, only to be woken again to her telling me how evil I am. Having had enough, I toured the train looknig for another seat. It was totally full. I had to go back to the original seat. This time around I put my Ipod on and told the lady to leave me alone. After a minute or two, she took my headphones off and implored me to get on my knees and pray with her. See, Im usually fairly patient, but having been out all night, being quite hungover and getting harrassed, it was all I could do to not punch her. I spent the rest of the trip with my bag on my back standing in the train hallway. On the way out, the lady tells me shes written prayers for the good of my soul. I just smile, take the paper so as to not start a fight and get the hell off the train. As I was going to the garbage can to throw out the only saving grace my evil soul has left, I decide to take a look to see what shes written me. Inside she put a crisp $100 US dollar bill. With the prayers in the garbage, Ive made the vow to spend this money on all things unholy.

I didnt really get to do much in Zagreb. Actually, I slept pretty much all day when I was there. My whole plan was to make for Dubrovnik and do the beach thing. Especially since it was about 33C when I was in Zagreb. Before going though, I checked the weather only to find that the area was getting 18C and rain for about ten days. Thats no beach weather so I abandoned the plan to drink in Slovenia instead. Ljubljana. I had no idea how to say the capital's name until today. See, my trip's not just one neverending party. I do occasinally learn something. Ljubljana seemed to be a very cool city. Almost a mini Vancouver.

Next it was on to Munich where it has been nonstop rain ever since I arrived. Not my idea of holidaying. Consequently, Ive been staying in museums by day and beer halls by night. Last night, myself and a few rowdy English hooligans managed to get thrown out of the Hofbrauhaus for being too rowdy. Hitler didnt even manage that when he gave his earlier speeches there. What does that say about my future?

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