Last night I suddenly realized that there might be NO Czech Embassy in Hungary, but there's one in Bratislava. So I decided to go there early in the morning, got my visa and get everything done before I go to Hungary. I thought I've got a perfect plan. I followed my map and got there, but there's no Embassy! Everybody told me it's opposite to the Bank, but there's nothing there! After 30 minutes of wandering around, a passer-by told me the Embassy had moved! GUT! So I can simply forget about it! It's already 11am, that's it! I had enough, plus I've got a train to catch at 11:48am!  >.<  真係衰收尾!!

Anyway, this is 23/7/01, I left home for two months, i.e. 63 days. Can't remember how I managed to stay alive in Ireland, in the kitchen. It's just so heavy just to think about that. I'm not feeling right coz my food still hasn't come, and it's already 11am. I dun wanna run with my backpack to the train station......

23/7/01  11:00am  Bratislava