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plunkett and mclaine
2004-11-13 - 7:42 p.m.

Iīm really, really happy. This is a bit strange because last night I was really, really fucking unhappy. Let me do some kind of recap-y stuff.
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Train back from Szeged was nice. Checked into a new hostel in Budapest with interesting communist-era architecture. Dinner, shopping, blah. Went to bed, and like, the bed is this double-bunk thing thatīs really, really rickety so whenever I move, even slightly, never mind turning over, Iīm talking about just moving an arm or whatever, the whole thing kind of shakes and makes a creaking noise. This doesnīt bode well for a good nightīs sleep. Then I went to sleep trying to read "The Ambassadors" (seriously, Mr James, you might be smart but you are also really fucking hard work) and was woken 3 hours later as everyone else was coming in from dinner. So. I ended up lying in bed awake for about 5 hours trying not move even slightly, while the guy beneath moved around every hour or so shaking the bed around, then my bladder was full so I had to get out of bed without making too much noise (not easy...) and then I finally got to sleep only to wake up 3 hours later and have to go catch the plane. So, yeah, um, badness. There was a guy at the airport going up to strangers and talking to them about Jesus, which I normally I could handle but I felt very tired and he seemed to be a bit crazy, so I was avoiding him. Um. Flight to Berlin was uneventful except that the clouds were really, amazingly, heart-stoppingly beautiful. I like clouds. I canīt really describe them... sort of a layer of thickly textured "fluffy" clouds with another layer above them of almost-transparent "wispy" clouds all with the glow of golden sunlight across them...
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Um, yeah, then I arrive in Berlin and first thing I discover Iīve been robbed. There was some back-up cash in my checked luggage and when I checked for it is was gone. I think the airline people stole it, but, meh, what can you do? They didnīt take my camera at least, and the amount of money wasnīt huge, so Iīm not bothered, really. Itīs like the sleeping-at-Luton-airport thing, really, itīs the kind of mishap that in a way adds to your sense of the journey being an adventure and not just a giant game of geographical connect-the-dots.
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Now Iīm in Berlin and for reasons I have no insight into whatsoever I feel wildly, deliriously happy. Where this sudden access of joy came from I have no guess, whatsoever. Life just seems good. Hmm.
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Three days to kill in Berlin... what shall I do?
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"Mary took to running with a travelling man" - Rodney Crowell


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