Just 6 More Hours of Hostels...EVER!!!!!!!

As i might have said before, we missed our opportunity to take a tour of this city, so our options were very limited. We all piled into the hostel van at 11AM and headed to the beach. In many ways, it was the best beach i had been to in a long time. It was topless, but not full nudity. And it was very full, perhaps thousands of people were there. Cameron isn't much of a water guy, so after walking around for a while, i headed to the beach and he continued to walk. I played in the water with up to five foot waves, which were fun. The beach was over a mile long, and i walked it a few times. It was pretty good but, of course, i could only think of one person the whole time. It didn't help that the last nice beach i had been on was Montego Bay, Jamaica, for our honeymoon. I was worried about finding Cameron again on the huge beach, but we managed. We ate, walked around some more, and eventually found the van agan to take us back. But that was a
bit of an adventure in of itself. The van was designed to fit 10 passengers, max, if they are packed in tightly. We drove back with 17. I'm not going to tell you how we did it, but i'll say this much; it wasn't comfortable. Once back, we just hung out, watched a movie, and hung out some more. And that takes us to right now. It's really pretty boring but, as cool as this place probably is (i'm too numb to notice), it's not near anything, so there's no where to go and nothing else to do.

In just over six hours, we will be leaving to go to the airport to take a Wiz Air (you gotta love that name) flight to Budapest. From there, i have no idea what comes next. Orbit sent me an email telling me that everything changed, and that i sould call the provided number, but they wouldn't tell me what changed in the email. Amy called them for me to discover that they had cancelled my return flight. Then they didn't. But i'm sure the times are changed. I don't know. I have no idea what to expect when i finally get to the airport. But if they change it too much, i'm in trouble, because i alreadly have my flight from NY. The old me would be more worked up, but the new me, the one who endured these last 22 days, isn't that concerned. I'll figure something out. I think it took me at least 19 days, but it finally hit me. None of these little things matter. I used to be the type of guy to get worked up about things even when i didn't want to, but not any more. This adventure might have been an expensive exercise in suffering extreem discomforts, but it's certainly tought me more than a few lessons.

So, that's about it. I will probably write a number of retrospectives of my entire experience of all the countries i've visited at the airport with my 20 hours of extra time (I hope not more than that), but i don't think now would be a good time. As always, i'm sweating pretty badly just typing this, and i will once again sweat myself to sleep in a noisy room on a terribly uncomfortable bed, but i'll know i'll be starting my long journy home the following day, and that should keep my dreams very good.

There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home...if only it were that easy.