My Saturday was great: Kristof and I woke up at around ten o'clock, had breakfast, and left at around eleven for the hike. Per my suggestion(or request) we were going hiking up to the "picnic" field, where we happened to be I, Jerry, CJ, and our respective Hungarians. Later we would be joined by Rachel, Sam, and their exchange buddies. The hike itself lasted from 11:30 until 14:00 and consisted mostly of going uphill and then going downhill with a minor interruption by a by a bunch of loud, obnoxious, unhelpful(cursed at by us) motor-bikers. The point is this: walking uphill is fun, and gratifying; it appeals to our manliness, the ability to run around wild topographically uninviting country. I loved the hike. Fresh air, wild green-growth all around, winding color-coded paths(there are patches of color stenciled on trees which indicate what mountain-path one is on), all of these guaranteed a stress-free head-clearing physical exertion. I believe I am not alone impressed by the rejuvenating properties of a good long walk through unfettered nature such as the nature in Hungary.
(I apologize my descriptions are so impoverished, but how could I describe the beautiful aperiodic(chaotic) hills, the sprouting spring grass and aged trees? I really cannot, and pictures I did not take(perhaps CJ has a photo or two))
But so, we did get lost. Twice. The first time we got lost, we got lost globally, we had strayed from the yellow-cross path and wound up on a semi-vast field, which however was not the field we were looking for. Of course, we backtracked, and we happened to backtrack off the field onto a path different from the one we came from(thus becoming locally lost), and ended up a ravine across from the path we were originally on. Like any child of nature(for I have spent much of my childhood in rural desolate and wild Bulgaria), I simply crossed the ravine, leaving no choice to my companions but to follow me. Consequently, I had to go back to the bottom to help with the satch of food and drink, which satchel was to be emptied and its contents cooked and ingested at the picnic. I was happy though, we were doing real forest-trudging, and got to listen to Kristof's lewd threats against civilization which he would enact should he return to civilization from this god-forsaken ravine we rested atop of.
Thus, we returned on our yellow-cross path and trudged on through mud and on steeps toward the "picnic" field. Finally, two and half hours worth of manly mauling in Hungarian forests, we had success and heavily slumped at the "picnic" table we would soon conquer and enrich with delicious food. The food was such: bread, some vegetables(I care not for them, I think onions were among the taste-corruptors) and MEAT! The sandwiches were made like so: bread was covered with vegetables(yuk!), then meat was put into metal pans, which metals pans were put in a FIRE(like, a live fire from like wood and stuff, contained in a stone pit!!!), then the meat's... juice?... was literally pressed out of the meat onto the vegetable-covered bread. Finally, after the meat was successfully cooked, it was ritualistically placed upon the vegetables on the bread, and the complete sandwich was then devoured. The devouring process was coupled with various actual fruit juices(orange, multi-fruit/vitamin) or coke products(sprite only, I believe). This activity backgrounded our fun for roughly four hours.
During that time, a moronic form of baseball was played between me and CJ(basically, I pitched a pseudo-"soccer ball" to CJ, and CJ stroke with a stick he had personally ripped off a tree and cleaned from obstructive sprouts of branches), tree-climbing was commenced, and a hike up a hill quite slanted was performed. (There were also embarrassing food contests, one of which I won, and of which I shall not speak[shoving things in one's mouth, yeah? not appealing or proper for internet publication])
Finally, we went up to the road and got picked up by cars, which drove us home in ten minutes, roughly fifteen times faster. That is all for tonight; good night and sleep tight.
(coming up another day: the punk-rock concert \m/)
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