Our last morning in Budapest is spent exploring some cool shops, including an incredible sword shop and some shops selling fantastic hungarian attire made of leather and feeling and looking not unlike cowboy gear.

We have a huge meal of greasy chinese food at a funny restaurant that is run by a family who skype friends back home and include us in the picture. Then it is back on with the backpacks and back onto the bus.

Before we leave Casey goes to withdraw a little cash to pay for the hostel. He only needs a bit but misreads the ATM and accidentally withdraw 100,000 Forints or 400 Euros. Oops.

At the station we are approached by a cool but slightly overbearing girl who, dran in by our obvious musicianship (the new guitar case is Massive and hard to miss) tells us about her band and her own musical interests. It is still exhilirating, even after all these experiences and new people and random acquaintances, to be approached by a stranger and strike up a conversation so brilliantly. There is nothing quite like it.

On the bus, we speed towards Vienna, and the end of our Central European Metropolis Adventure. At the Vienna Westbanhof (the blog is going to start being increasingly in German starting Now so get out your phrasebooks) we are met by a guy named Guy. He is the son of Jan, who you might remember from Thorpe, and is teaching English in Vienna. We stay with him for two nights. Being English, and having experienced Essex, he is easily able to relate to us and we get along well. He invites us to go out with him and his friends and once again we are meeting people at rapid rates and having a fantastic time. The quantity and quality of the people we become best friends with that night is staggering. It is an interesting way to first see Vienna too. In darkness, in a strange part of town, at a huge party specifically for all the local exchange students and foreigners. There are Irishmen and Spaniards, Frenchies and even a girl from Essex who is suspiciously similar to the famous Ellis. Amazed at the versatility of our existence, we return to his apartment in the wee hours, unsure quite how it is that the world works.