From Pest to Buda and back again
April 9th 2013 Buried three seats deep next to the window, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, it was obvious that after 5 minutes of airtime that I was going to need the biggest piss ever to grace my 30’s with. Window seats really are a wretch at times. The gauntlet before me was that of a small Hungarian boy and his much larger grandmother with coats and dishevelled clothing splashed all over the place. I can o
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