The Blogging Begins!

(Pics - Me waiting at the Hungarian border, dressed to ride; B securing our bags to the motorcycle; at the shipyards trying to get our motorcycle)

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The blog is a disappointment, I know. I have been in Europe for about a month, and haven’t posted or written much of anything. I planned to blog about my travels, and write about sightseeing from my perspective and share in the wonder of new cultures and exploration and love on a motorcycle. Oh, and of course post pictures and keep it all funny and amusing.

I haven’t been able to write much about travel, however, as during the whirlwind of crossing southern Europe, my love and I are struggling to figure out if we are each other’s “one,” if we can have a future together and if we can understand each other despite language and cultural differences.

My journaling has been too personal to post online. I do think every relationship reaches this point, and I will share my own thoughts, feelings, poems when it feels right.

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In a quick update: I arrived in Beograd in June. B came and spent a few days with me there, and then went to his hometown and left me alone for a few days. He came back, and we went to Budapest on a night train (soviet era) and didn’t get robbed or drugged, so I consider it disappointingly uneventful. We spent a week in Budapest waiting for the motorcycle to arrive, then were told it would be another week. We traveled to Bratislava, Slovakia on a whim and were charmed by its intimate old town area and communist feel (very inexpensive bread and milk, everything open at 7 a.m., and box like architecture for all the apartment buildings out of the city center). We rented bicycles and rode into the forest north of town. After a few days, we took a cruise up the Danube river to Vienna to experience the grandiose opulence of Mozart’s hometown. We ended up staying in Vienna 5 days and eating everyday at the same restaurant that we fondly called “Grandma’s” due to the family feel of the place and the prices (5.5 euros per person everyday for soup and a main course). We were wowed by Vienna and went to the opera (standing room seats – 4 euros same day), on a bus tour, and to the history museum. We headed back to Budapest by bus when we were told the motorcycle was ready.

Ahhh, the motorcycle. I wrote a little poem when I was sitting at the ship yards yesterday.

Time to get the fuck out of Hungary

I’m tired of your lies

And feeding your corruption with my dollars

Your deception shoots you in the foot

As I take my business to Germany.

I’m sick of your illegal acts, blatant nepotism

And never getting a straight answer.

When you have transparency

And justice

I’ll be back.

When you can keep your word

And have a date mean a date, a price be a price, a service be a service

And not make my asshole feel stretched

Every time we do business,

I’ll be back.

But for now, your unintelligible language,

Fat salami bellies,

Glorified past and countless monuments,

Are yours.

I’m gone.

The only thing I think I will miss

Besides your vast public transit system

Is my dollars.