After a rough night sleeping in which can only be described as yoga like positions we reached Budapest at 5am and we were greeted at the train station by our very drunk and friendly guest Santos. First stop on the way home was some cafe were Santos forced me to have some 6am pre breakfast shots of Palinka. No couch, so Santos donated me some winter blankets to use as a mattress and my sleeping quarters for the next days was nestled between his collector Nike sb's.
Budapest was tight, lots of beer, lots of goulash and lots of good vibes from Santos as always! Thanks for looking after us homeboy! On our last day we hooked up with one of his biker homies to get some tattoos, i got a little trumpet in memory of Guca festival from earlier this trip and my sister wanted some heart/anchor thing, but she ended up bailing on it. When we met up with the biker homie that night he did himself a cheeky finger tattoo after we had left snaking my sisters little picture. hahahahaha.
As we were leaving Budapest i spotted a KONY 2012 throw up, what happened to that homeboy?
Budapest was tight, lots of beer, lots of goulash and lots of good vibes from Santos as always! Thanks for looking after us homeboy! On our last day we hooked up with one of his biker homies to get some tattoos, i got a little trumpet in memory of Guca festival from earlier this trip and my sister wanted some heart/anchor thing, but she ended up bailing on it. When we met up with the biker homie that night he did himself a cheeky finger tattoo after we had left snaking my sisters little picture. hahahahaha.
As we were leaving Budapest i spotted a KONY 2012 throw up, what happened to that homeboy?
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