The car ride to the house we were staying in a little village called Safold was an ordeal, I really wasn't coping with my Palinka induced hangover very well. Thankfully after we arrived and assigned beds someone produced a 1.25litre bottle of homemade Palinka to get the day going, at 11am, no big deal. I knew that this was going to be a very interesting weekend, not because the entire group was doing shots before midday, nor because I heard one of the guys exclaim that it was his mission to make sure that everyone was drunk before 1, but the fact that the English spoken so far was almost zero, (apart from Biga translating some jokes for me) mostly for my benefit and quite stilted.
For lunch we went to a pub in some close by town where was proceeded to drink them out of Palinka and I was introduced to Fletch, which is just wine and soda but seemed to be a more common drink to order than even beer. After inhaling lunch and more shots than I care to remember I was pretty gone but the amount of English being spoken was increasing exponentially with every drink so I was determined to push the limits.
After getting back Biga informed me that I would need my walking shoes, "Ah what? we are all drunk." Apparently we were going for a bush walk to go check out the ruins of some old monastery. Thankfully the walk was another drinking exercise and we formed two teams of four. Every fire hydrant or semi-significant landmark was designated as a checkpoint at which everyone had to have a good drink out of the large bottles we were carrying that were filled with Fletch. This kept the buzz and banter going the whole way to the ruins. The ruins seemed nice though I was pretty fucked so I don't remember a whole bunch about it except the walk home without alcohol was way longer than the walk there.
When we got home more fletch was distributed and the cooking began. Over a few hours they cooked Goulash in a camping pot over a small fire. The goulash was the best I have ever tasted and along with the wine the day was a tremendous success and an amazing welcome to Hungary.
For lunch we went to a pub in some close by town where was proceeded to drink them out of Palinka and I was introduced to Fletch, which is just wine and soda but seemed to be a more common drink to order than even beer. After inhaling lunch and more shots than I care to remember I was pretty gone but the amount of English being spoken was increasing exponentially with every drink so I was determined to push the limits.
After getting back Biga informed me that I would need my walking shoes, "Ah what? we are all drunk." Apparently we were going for a bush walk to go check out the ruins of some old monastery. Thankfully the walk was another drinking exercise and we formed two teams of four. Every fire hydrant or semi-significant landmark was designated as a checkpoint at which everyone had to have a good drink out of the large bottles we were carrying that were filled with Fletch. This kept the buzz and banter going the whole way to the ruins. The ruins seemed nice though I was pretty fucked so I don't remember a whole bunch about it except the walk home without alcohol was way longer than the walk there.
When we got home more fletch was distributed and the cooking began. Over a few hours they cooked Goulash in a camping pot over a small fire. The goulash was the best I have ever tasted and along with the wine the day was a tremendous success and an amazing welcome to Hungary.
You are from Australia?
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