We awake to the horrific beeping of my £5 Argos phone's alarm at 8:30 and get dressed for breakfast; the third day in a row of feeling a bit squiffy. Breakfast is a cheese omelette that I gobble down with coffee and then we head to a natural spring, after readying ourselves for some wildlife, and sample the water. Confident that I'll love the gushing liquid that locals and an old dreadlocked dog are lapping out of the hillside, I tip away my tap water and fill my bottle with the wild nectar. Unfortunately, the water tastes like eggs mixed with fizzy petrol and makes me want to hurl; so much for staying hydrated.

During the trip we look at some gorgeous marshland and find huge troops of snails on the wild flowers. We then head back to our standard lunch restaurant for a meal with Laszlo and his friend, before going to a shisha bar to chat and play an epic, heated game of chess. Simon and Kate pinch a well fought victory against me and Stef after a good few hours and then we go to the city hall to watch some incredible classical guitar maestros. The talent and speed with which the well-dressed guitarist plays is amazing and despite my now chronic fatigue I watch flabbergasted from the balcony. However, when he is joined by a protégé things get a little more predictable and tame, apart from the twenty encores (a Hungarian tradition apparently). Totally wiped, we mosy back to the house for a dinner of bread, cheese and crisps from the supermarket. Me, Kate and Simon rally for a last cruise of the town to try and find the Budapest Jazz Orchestra, but sadly fail after a long walk in the rain. Oh well, a wet haired kip once again.