“Crap, we’re going to miss the group.” The three of us were still somewhat damp from the bath house. “I see a lot of people by the statue,” shouted David while I finished paying for the cab. This driver was honest, and didn’t try to scam us. I tipped him extra for that.
We ran towards the crowd as a young, dark blonde woman motioned us forward. “You made it just in time!” She was wearing a navy blue windbreaker that looked like it was standard for the all of the tour guides. Too busy catching my breath, I couldn’t remember what was being said about the streets of Budapest. We just walked along with everyone else.
The Ruin Pub tour was comprised of Aussie backpackers, middle aged locals, and some Americans like ourselves. Many were solo travelers, half a decade younger than myself. I envied them. When I was 18, 19, 20…I had never stepped foot on another continent. And there were these brave souls: exploring the world and truly roughing it out in hostels and free gatherings. Like the one we were on.
Three ruin bars that night. One free drink at each. And a night ended at Szimpla Kert with $2 beers and $5 hookah.