How Do I Buy Myself Out of this One?
Trip Start Aug 02, 2010
12Trip End Oct 22, 2010
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Anyway, side tracked, this is a travel blog not a sports blog right.
But the typical answer you will get from anyone is that they miss their loved ones, their family. I do miss them, but I mean, I have to be honest, and don't be upset mother, but its hard at times when you are renting a room in the middle of a some 800 year old castle wall. I do miss you though mom, don't fret. But when you are doing it with a family member, it really doesn't get any better than this. I just love having my cake and eating it too.
Recently, my brother Andrew came to Europe with his girlfriend Caitlin. What a treat! I mean its great travelling this continent with my boy Dukes as my right hand man, but when someone you have grown up with blesses you with his presence in an unknown country, its quit the treat let me tell you. After-all, Dukes and I can only recount the tomato fight so many times together, so it was brilliant to hear him tell our story to someone else, in typical Marcus Duquette fashion. Man that kid can paint you a picture with his stories, so get ready Donaldson!
We met the love birds in Budapest. Now, on this trip you go to certain places with little to no expectations but they just turn out to be fantastic places to visit. This was definitely one of those places.
We were supposed to meet up with them the first night, but of course it didn't happen... damn NFL pools. Got to say, I know for sure I have grown up, as the old Alex would have been pissed with his younger brother after walking to his hotel at one in the morning in the pouring rain, just to found out later that he was doing his NFL pool and seemingly forgot about me. But no, just part of the experience! Oh well, we'll meet up with him in the morning. So Andrew, you have to admit, the new Alex is much cooler and tamer, right?
The next morning we meet up and do a walking tour of both Buda and Pest. The lesson of the day, Budapest is actually two separate cities, Buda and Pest. Anyway, no more lessons for today. We had a few drinks that night after a solid dinner, shooting the shit with good friends and family.
But the next night, oh the next night. Now I usually leave the stories to Marcus on these blogs, because as I mentioned he does them justice, but I will certainly try my best here. We went for dinner to a place that Andy and Cait had recommended through their travel book. By far the best dinner we had on our trip, I'm sure Marcus would agree. Few bottles of wine, and for a great price. I think it ended up costing us something like 100 Canadian for the best meal of the trip.
Now this is the best part. Marcus said he had saw a place that advertised good live music. Why not check it out right. We get to this bar, and there are a few locals having a smoke outside. “This is the best Hungarian music in the city!” Let's go in. Well let me tell you, this wasn't even close. I'm sure it was a set up. Turns out, its a legit Hungarian band. Complete with a moustache dwelling violinist, an instrument that essentially was a piano, but I had never seen or heard of it before among a few others.
Then, as if we had been set up by this yokel outside, the entire bar clears. Picture this. An entire bar with a band, and just Andrew, Caitlin, Marcus and I. Senior moustache asks me; “What would you like the hear?” I honestly felt like saying, Juicy, Notorious B.I.G., but settled with “something Hungarian.” Off they go, with honestly the most none organized, nonrhythmic music we had ever heard. And that Tin Tin moustache dwelling guy was playing right in my personal bubble. I could not move an inch or I would hit his violin.
Now at this point, we were a little freaked out. You have to imagine, it was just us and these Hungarian guys playing this awful music in a living room no bigger than 50 square feet. Then this mobster guy comes in, followed by Hungarian police officers. Needless to say, what the hell do we do? These guys are essentially just playing for us, how do we leave? And the police just came in questioning the bartender and we have Al Capone sitting next to us. Holly shit moment indeed! No wait, holly fucking shit moment!
At this point, Marcus and I, we realized afterwards had the same mindset. We are going to have to fight! There is no way I'm going to pay off these guys, while backpacking, so, I guess we're going to fight as every single penny counts. And then, Andrew, the non-backpacker of this trip is thinking: “How do I buy myself out of this one?” So in good old Andrew Parke fashion, buys one of their CD's. Anybody who knows Andrew well wouldn't find this odd. Only he would think about buying his way out of such a situation. And Marcus and I, we were willing to fight our way out. Guess that's the mentality of a backpacker versus someone who can go home to a solid gig. Thanks for saving me some time in a Hungarian prison Andrew. You're a good kid. But let's be honest, I'm a lover not a fighter.
Anyway, I definitely didn't do this story any justice and probably went on and on, but its probably one of those you had to be there stories to really appreciate it. When we left that bar, it was such a weird feeling, like they had drugged us or something. So we had to find a legit pub to clear our heads and forget about the events that just transpired. So in good old Canadian fashion, we got pretty drunk and had some laughs about what had just happened. But maybe too drunk eh Andy? The poor guy almost missed his flight to Croatia the next morning as we got him too drunk. It was clearly our fault though Caitlin, not Andrew's.
Anyway, just wanted to share that little story with you. I'm sure that Dukes will do it better justice in his blog as he's a great story teller, but I had to share this with you all. I'm seriously thinking of recording him so when I get home you can get the clear picture of this and many other crazy stories.
I will be writing about Croatia when I get some time for my next blog as it was, without a doubt the best stop on our trip. But Andrew, Caitlin, I will put it in writing and thank you guys for coming out and meeting us, especially you Cait. I know it was different at times to see Andrew in that light, especially with pigs like Marcus and I, getting drunk, having some fun, saying dirty things, but you are a great girl. You and Andrew definitely compliment eachother and you are good for my younger brother. Andrew take care of her, because if she put up with you after all that, she's a keeper for sure.
OK, enough sappy shit for now. I need a hug, err, I mean a drink.