It took three hours to get through the border from Serbia to Hungary.
Three
Fucking
Hours.
We left the hotel at 1pm and drove north in the direction of Budapest.
We had a taxi and luckily for us we had a fixed price to drive us all the way to Budapest.
Don't ask me about the journey, I was catching some much needed ZZzz's as I had been the last of the wedding party to retire, at 3am.
I awoke as we entered the gridlock just outside the border and for the next three and a half hours we crawled forward, slowly and agonizingly.
We could have took the train and on any other day it would have the poorer option, as the journey is a good six hours.
We just lucked out, is all.
I tried to sleep more but could not, thankfully I was able to fall into the world of Deckard as he chased down the escaped Nexus Six replicants via the Ipod Itouch.
When we finally emerged into Hungary the rest of the trip was quite easy.
Arriving in Budapest was an exciting experience.
The city feels like a capital city, the roads are wide and the building old and palatial, even if there is a tad too much graffiti.
We checked in and went out to dinner, the first of many fantastic Hungarian meals....
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