I Love Street Food. Restaurants Are Shit. Hill Running Is Great.
I’ve never been a fan of restaurants. Especially ones where you have to abide by etiquette and use fucking soup spoons. Any spoon that you can dip in soup and haul back out again is a soup spoon. Lick it clean and it can double up as your dessert spoon too.
I once nearly got thrown out of a Chinese restaurant for pouring white and red wine into the same glass to make the rosé wine they didn’t offer on the menu. I thought I was using my own initiative but it turns out that some waiters can be right stuffy cunts.
That’s why I hate going to them and prefer fast food.
Tonight I went to a Mexican street food restaurant for dinner and ordered the Nachos. I asked for the extra hot chilli sauce on top and the server warned me that it contained ghost peppers.
It was painfully delicious. The burning was so bad that I was dancing to the salsa music in the restaurant to try to cope and it worked well. At times it became unbearable so I panted like a dog until it subsided.
I can’t wait to go back tomorrow but the problem is I can tell my stomach is upset already. If I shit the top bunk in the hostel tonight the rest of my stay will be awkward. Especially if it drips down the sides.
Running for the hills
I’m happiest when I’m running up hills especially when it’s on road or there’s a path to follow. On my morning walk this morning I set myself the challenge of running up to the Citadella in Buda and back.
I took the back road and it was a fairly easy climb. I kept in control of my breathing and slowed whenever I got short of breath. The views from the top of the hill were beautiful. Here is a shot of me having a wee gurn. I was very happy at this point.
I don’t really have any plans for tomorrow. Will go and see the Castle and get more Nachos if I haven’t developed a stomach ulcer overnight. Feeling good but I’m a little annoyed that this seems to be a party hostel. The place is full of noisy YOLO fuckers listening to that Swedish DJ wanker.