I decided that the time was right to book a holiday. Since finals are just around the corner, along with the thesis hand in date looming. This week I spent working to get in a bunch of coursework early so I could spend a couple of days thinking about something that isn’t deadline related.
I’ve wanted to explore Eastern Europe a bit more since I was little and so when a good deal to Budapest popped up I thought why the hell not. I fly out early Sunday morning..on Whizz air.
Now..not to diss Whizz air until I have actually flown on it, but the name concerns me a little. It’s like a group of tweens were given a school project to design an airline name..and there ya have it..Whizz air. They should have called it Rad air and be done with it. I went to their website, you know, to check it actually existed and well..it did..but you know what scares me even more? It’s very pink and purple..like eye bleedingly so. This coming from a girl who has spent the last 3 years living with 4 bright purple walls and a green carpet (Student housing..where the décor is dreamed up by someone playing pin the tail on the rainbow donkey)
I am not entirely convinced I will ever arrive at Budapest, but rather will be kidnapped by some disgruntled fairies and forced into an eternity of slave labour cleaning up Unicorn mess. Could be a laugh.
Anyways, I can’t wait, I know precisely 3 phrases in Hungarian, which would be ‘yes’ ‘no’ and ‘do you speak English?’. I am hoping to add ‘beer’, ‘I am lost please help’ and ‘coffee’ to my repertoire tomorrow. I have a feeling I will need those quite a lot.
Expect photos, tales of accidentally selling myself into the slave trade because I got my Hungarian mixed up and the joy of flying pink shortly.