We went to immigration today, and the time we actually spend there was so brief it almost felt pointless, like we could've mailed in the information, if they'd allow that sort of thing.
Tesco is located right next to immigration, so of course, we all went over there to buy food and stuff after. It's a huge grocery store with some walmart-like aisles as well. I found a can of macaroni and cheese. As mac&cheese is my favorite food, I decided to give it a try. It shall be interesting and I'll let you know how it goes when I muster up the courage to eat canned food. I bought a frying pan for the equivalent of $4, and it is flimsy and pathetic and can't handle high heat, but it perfectly cooked my garlic olive oil without turning the garlic unusual colors. I also finally managed to find seasonings, like basil and oregano, which was awesome.
So, laden with groceries, Dani, Laura, Julie, Caitlin, and I got on the bus to go back to the tram stop to go back to our apartments. We got off the bus at a tram stop, but it wasn't the right one. In retrospect we should've waited, but last time, we missed the stop and had to walk almost two blocks through some weird apartment complex. The tram we got on was a 4, which should've been correct because a 4 goes right past where each of us lives. However, it was mislabeled. Turned out to be a 28 or something, I don't know, but suddenly we were the only ones on the tram (except for the driver), and we're turning off the road onto this deserted track next to an absolutely huge cemetery on one side and a trash-filled wasteland on the other. We pressed the button to signify that we wanted to get off at the next stop, because we were headed off the map of Budapest that Caitlin was looking at, and the tram subsequently stopped. We hurriedly got off, and looked around. There was graffiti on the walls. Dani commented that this was "the place where trash and people come to die." Someone had painted "Welcome to the monkey house" on a wall. Naturally, I pull out my FlipVideo camera and start documenting what's going down, because it'd be useful in court if someone tried to attack us and because it'd be funny to look back on later and because I figure I can use the footage for one of my videos for Admissions. After escaping the creepy non-street, we turn a corner, see a tram stop, wait there indefinitely, and eventually a tram comes. Not the right number. We wait again. It's frigid. We're all freezing and shivering and creeped out by the area we're in (and honestly, I don't even know if it was bad, but it didn't look good- it looked like we were in a European ghetto). Finally a tram with a number that goes to a stop we recognize appeared, and we got on. It was super crowded, which only made carrying bags of groceries only more awkward. At the end of the tram line, we ended up somewhere recognizeable, hopped on the correct tram, and made it home safely. Thank goodness.
This debacle resulted in me missing not only my journalism class (sadness), but the Messenger meeting.
I promptly took a nap upon reaching the apartment, because I was exhausted. I have accomplished nothing since.
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