Spent the first half of it emailing, charging electrical stuff and generally just hanging around in the hotel. The weather was grim anyway. Eventually around 3pm decided that I really should head into town to do the touristy stuff. So I did. Fairly quickly I was back in the hotel, too early to sleep, a bit late to make decent plans for the night, considering there was a 7.30am get up and go planned...So, the famous last words "fancy a cheeky half" were mention to Brummie John and we were off. Initially it was just two or three. Nice and easy, we even played a few games of pool. Then, after a chat with the bar staff it seemed that 'Bar Rio' in town was the place to head to just for a couple more. On the way though, on the train, we bumped into a crazy group of local girls on a hen party. After a brief bit of banter we were invited (I think) to join them in some Karaoke bar...The rest of the night then descended into a right old laugh of a night. We were made to feel very welcome by all. Myself and John even treated(?!) the private party to some of what we thought would be a 'Tom Jones standard' of singing compared to the Hungarians effort of their singing of English language songs. Wrong. Some big guy (I'll never remember his name) was the daddy on the mic and looking back, our efforts were Eurovision standard. Anyway, 4.30am arrived and signalled the end of this mayhem and a long walk to our hotel followed. Along with the thought of 450km ahead of us that morning! Massive thanks to Agnes and her friend (sorry, again I can't remember her name!) who ensured that me and BJ were not left to hide in the shadows...
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