Vibika Was a Bad Choice...

Trip Start Jun 08, 2008
Trip End Jul 09, 2008

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Saturday, July 5, 2008

After spending the previous day seeing all the sights we decided to head out to the 15th century Barbakan "Tower" for the annual Pecs Folk & Roll concert.  We climbed up to the Barbakan to watch the concert taking place in the former concert courtyard not really knowing what to except, and this was probably my last coherent thought of the night.  Johnny and I were already a few beers deep before a group of four local Magyar girls tried to chat me up in Hungarian.  After stumbling through a few Hungarian phrases that I barely knew, they discovered that I was American which made them further interested in me. 
They attempted to teach me more Hungarian words, such as "sr" for beer and "ksznm" for thank you; we failed miserably at trying to correctly pronounce the "" letter which sounds vaguely like the "u" in the word burst.  The girls found it hilarious as we stumbled through the consonant clusters and vowel sounds that make up the impossible to learn Hungarian language.  In rewards for our attempts at the learning Hungarian they offered up their smuggled in drink, which they called Vibika; they described Vibika as a mixture of local red wine and cola with just a dash of some herbal liquor.  This drink is what caused the night to become a blur of accordion music, girls, beer, and swigs of Vibika.
After the concert was finished we stayed and continued our little chat while continuing to drink.  We were eventually kicked off of the Barbakan and relegated to a table near the beer stand, which lead to us consuming more beer.  I would like to offer up some conversation gems from the night, unfortunately the girls got me so drunk that I do not even remember their names.  I absolutely do not remember the walk back to our hostel; however my camera managed to contain some rather amusing pictures of the girls and I, all of which I do not remember. 
Prior to this following story I have to first give you some back story.  My bed in the hostel was located in a room with three bunk beds; I was sleeping on the top of one with the bottom empty, while a bunk bed was occupied by two girls.  Now that we have that out of the way, I can explain the rest...
I woke up the following morning in a great big daze and had no idea where I was, but eventually realized I was in the hostel.  Thinking that I was on my top bunk, I sat straight up and BAM!  Unfortunately, I was on the bottom bunk and knocked myself out for the next few hours.  When I woke up a few hours later and walked into the breakfast room the hostel owner was sitting there with a few other guests, staring at me and laughing.  He asked me to sit down and began to tell me a tale of what happened the night before...
According to him, I stumbled into the hostel around 4am and proceeded to fall flat on my face next to the couch where the hostel owner was sleeping.  He woke up quite startled and picked me up and pointed me into my room.  He went back to sleep to only be awaken by me yelling at the poor girl in her bed, whom I was supposedly yelling at and trying to get out of "my bed."  When he came in and told me to go to sleep, I decided to lie down next to the girl on the bottom bunk.  This led to this girl waking up and yelling at me to get out, which brought the owner back into the room where he dragged me out of that bed.  At this point I decided to go sleep in a different room and took off sprinting but I then slid on a carpet and went flying through the air before cracking my head on the ground.  Once again the hostel owner had to pick me up and drag me up to my correct bunk, to which I responded "I am way too drunk to climb that high..." and he proceeded to tuck me in into the bottom bed.  I unfortunately do not remember this sequence of events, and am merely relaying what he told me over a bowl of cereal.
Sounds like I had an awesome night.
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