Location: Eger, Hungary
After 40 hours void of sleep my first impressions of Hungary were surreal.
Location: Eger, Hungary After 40 hours void of sleep my first impressions of Hungary were surreal.
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I pride myself of being objective and calm when a crisis occurs. Traveling however is the exception. Inevitablly there will be a time where I will be found sobbing on the bathroom floor anxious with the month to come. What if I am kidnapped? What if I need an embassy? What if I get rabies or onchocerciasis? There is an infinite list of "what if's".....
As a result, I have a list of every single Australian embassy in the world... Yes I even have a kidnap code in the event that I am kidnapped - If I call in hysterics, my secret word is "lizzy" as if somehow this magical word will help resolve the fact I am being held hostage in an unknown location! The crisis I suffered before this trip however was "what an earth do I pack?" Between emotional conversations and advice with my girlfriends (thank you) I finally came to a resolution! I danced out the front door wearing a flowing frock and my white vintage sandals. The sun was beaming and glowing in the sky. It was the first day of summer, and I was going to savour every second possible! As a walked down the tree-lined street I was placed in a momentary shock. There were a few girls wearing torn denim panties and loose tank tops with their breasts peaking out from below their armpits, they weren't even wearing a bra! As I continued to walk down the street I eventually saw a prostitute who was more conservatively dressed than the girls I had just passed. In my hour of dancing along the street gathering as much Vitamin D goodness as possible, I saw more vaginas, bums and female anatomy than if I had made the decision to read a mens' glamour magazine. Rachael Zoe a stylist, editor and designer once said Style is a way to say who you are without having to speak. I felt out-dated and confused. What does this dress sense say about women?
When did dressing like fallen women who had being mauled by crocodiles become fashionable? It has officially been 17 days since I started my "365.2 Nothing New Challenge" and I am proud to announce I am still going strong!
Whilst walking through Chadstone Shopping Centre last Thursday I admit that I almost crumbled! At the moment it is the end of Australia's financial year which means that 50% - 70% sales are of abundance! I survived...just! Whilst enjoying a cup of steaming tea and a Lindt Chocolate another challenge slowly rose in my mind... I leave for Europe in a couple of weeks and I do not have anything to wear! I would have to go thrift shopping. My experiences of thrift shopping up until this point have been terrible. Clothing from the 80's, all kinds of questionable stains (and smells) and within 10 minutes I felt the need to bathe with some steel-wool to scrub off the grime. How would I go this time around? |