This is a collection of notes I took during my travels in Budapest. I wrote it while quite drunk. I guess this is why people Bill Bryson and Paul Thoroux get paid the big bucks—they use complete sentences. Left unedited for verisimilitude.
When life gives you exploding furnaces, make an exploding furnace story, that’s what I’ve always said. And one did, and here’s my story. I also talk about customs and the Canadian humourist Stephen Leacock.
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