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Day Fourteen: Punching a Hydra

We have two goals for my final day in Poland: 1. Visit Memento Park to see statues from communist Budapest. 2. Pilgrimage to the statue of a man punching a hydra. We get up early, ten litres of beer from the night before still sloshing around in our bodies. Matt has damaged his toe by stubbing ...

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Day Thirteen: Rocktogon

The heat is ridiculous. Sweat pours down our bodies as we traipse across Budapest to our new hostel. By the time we arrive, we are sodden and exhausted. The hostel man greets us. What's that? The room we're staying is on the other side of the city? By the train station? Where we just walked...

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Day Twelve: The Baths

We leave Hostel Relax three hours earlier than the day before and head straight for the baths. The underground changing rooms are a teeming, squirming mass of humanity. We deposit our things in one of the rows upon row of lockers, linked by slippery walkways, and push our way up the stairs. Summo...

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Day Eleven: The White Bridge

We wake up late, groggy from dreams. Damn this shaman tobacco! Hostel Relax is deserted, apart from the owner. She gives us a tour - all the way to the local shop and back. We need to get to the city, urgently. First, however, we must cross the White Bridge. Rusting and unloved, the white ...

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Day Ten: Hostel Relax

Our bus pulls into Budapest at 23:00. The bus station is a sea of blue and red lights. Riot police are everywhere. We have no money, no map and no idea where our hostel is. Football fans flood the streets. Gods, what have we done? We abandoned Simon in Krakow, as he flies home tomorr...

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Day Nine: The Green Faerie.

We awake in linen shirts, our heads pounding from wine and song. We break out fast on preaches, plums and pastries. Yoghurt with honey compliments strong coffee. We mope and despair. We are bohemians. Heading to the park, we read and continue to criticise one another's artwork. Before long, ...

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Day Eight: Clothed in Linen

Breakfast involves a waffle covered in jam and punching the machine. I still fail to break 900. My wrist feels shattered. Arriving back in Krakow, we make a big decision. To be bohemians. Lunch involves 2 litres of red wine and lots of cigarettes. We criticise one another's operas. Especi...

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Day Seven: Feats of Strength

My eyes creak open and the world spins. My wrist throbs with a dull pain, born of over-punching. After showering, we stalk the streets with one thing on our minds: feats of strength. There is only one problem...the night before. A bottle of vodka and fifteen litres of beer may not have been the ...

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Day Six: Punching, Singing and Mountain Climbing

Four hours after I head to bed, I wake up.  My throat burns.  The thirst is outrageous.  The drinking will likely kill me. Feverish sleep reclaims me. I dream of punching. Punching 900. Suddenly, Matt is awake.  Chaos descends.  Next thing I know, my blade is in hand and I am swinging it ab...

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Day Five: To Zakopane.

The bus station is refusing to sell us a bus ticket to Zakopane.  Moments ago we had a bus ticket and a bus...now we have neither!  How has this happened?! Polaaaaaaaand!! It has come to pass that we have missed our bus, through feasting.  What's more, our attempts to exchange our ticket were ...

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Day Four: Rejection Stroganoff

We start the day with wine. A bottle each. This is life. This is pain. This is Poland. Lunch involes pizza, pasta...and scallops James. What these are, we know not at all. But they are hot. So hot. Simon burns his giant, alien hands. Scallps James...what hast thou doenst? We take a seat...

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Day Three: The Dragon

We are trapped in a square. How this happened – a mystery. Apparently, we visited the castle. Oh yes, Simon is here. He is enormous. We are convinced he shouldn't be here for another day at least. We did not plan for this... We meet him in the street. We are not human - we are essential...

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Day Two: Beer and Loathing

I am woken at some ungodly hour by Matt, jumping up and down. He deposits his phone on my chest and has it blare The Varangian Guard in my face. I feel like my brain has been dried, smoked and spread across Odin's own toast.   This is Day Two. I crawl out of bed. Breakfast is cold smoked meats and...

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Day One: To the East…

Why we ever thought to meet hours away from our houses will forever be a mystery. Yet this is how it all begins; by taxi, train and bus - all the way to Kingston Upon Thames.  Yes, Kingston-Upon-Thames.  What of it?   We gather in the garden, for rum.  We even have a splash of coke and some mi...

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