So yeah, Budapest. Its boss. We arrived Sunday night after a flight piloted by a complete mentalist and topped off with token Frank jarg moments("THIS BEARD MAKES ME LOOK LIKE SADDAM HUSSEIN.") After the initial uproar over the fact that the airport shuttle bus appeared to drive itself, and shock that Budapest did indeed have Tesco's and a H&M, (albeit under a different jarg name) we were soon in the 5th district of Pest. Our hostel was in some shady back street which our taxi driver proceeded to reverse down at top speed, he managed it safely enough though and before long we were moved in. That was not free of controversy though, Gary broke the top bunk of our bed within minutes and we managed to convince the old women in the corner shop to sell us 30p bottles of lager after the city curfew, YOLO. Our first full day saw the birth of ''Mark Clare's Power Tours", a 15km power walk around the city centre in blazing heat, taking in sights like the parliament building and st Stephens Basilica, which we climbed for a great view and to take photos guaranteed 10+ likes on Facebook. e night saw us attend "Morrison's" a bar tat resembled a bizarre hybrid of Le Bateau and the Raz - it was amazing for 1.80, entry + three free pints was a reaweetener. Naturally we took over the karaoke with numerous renditions of Madness and the La's, myself and Gary stole the show with Baggy Trousers. To sum up, I cant really expand on anything other than Budapest is boss and if you haven't been, get on it.