Coming back to Budapest is a coming-back.

A city with metro means freedom of movement. No need to remember names of streets nor number, just remember which stop to go. Went to the same sandwich shop for a quick lunch where the young ladies would smile at me and remember I like Fanta; went to the same internet cafe where the guy would give me discount; then finally went back to Red Bus where there is nice big bed with white and clean sheets. Great!

Met a Korean girl, thought she was Japanese coz when she smokes, she look very much like Tamaki. So we went out for dinner ( I had pork brains, dunno what the hell did they give me). After that we went to a really cool cafe to join our roommates-----two Czech girls, Marketa and Ivanka,  a Swedish guy, Royne, who look like a drunk Bill Clinton and a Swedish girl. We just talked and drank till mid-night. Heard a lot of interesting stories about Prague and the ignorant Americans (one story is about a Chinese girl studied in US, and her host family actually taught her what is knife and folk, thought she came from outer space). It's great to meet different people on the road. No obligation, no genuine affection, simply laugh and drink for a night. Dun miss home now, not that much, and stop counting days (not that often) (btw, 9 days left). The only thing that's impossible is the heat and sun.

31/7/01．Budapest (old town)