bus seat in front of us is broken and keeps sliding back as the guy in front - probably niceish guy, but then asleep so he is neither niceish or unniceish - stretches out, right into our fucking knees so 14 hrs with our knees around our necks, covered in crumbs, cause, like, what the hell, if ya can't sleep ya might as well eat, whaddaya say zoli, another sandwich, sandwiches bought it budapest where sorry no reservations on romanian buses and yes, no, they have to load in the parking lot - which we find out the hard way, me and lajos-the-hun. as we have to pick up zoli who is coming to b-pest in order to pick *me* up to backgo me safely to romania, naive me + bigheavy packages + elderly computer i scored for him from ubergeek in return for having made ubergeek's webpage, so information booth at bus depot says stand 15 at 7.30, me and lajos-the-h. stand at stand freezing, 7.30, 8, i go again, information guy (different): nono, 8.30, yes yes, stand 15, me and lajos-the-h stand frozen in the wind, 8.30, 9, 9.30, lajos-the unstiffs, information woman (different) looking at wall sheet, oh it's late but coming, where, stand 15, fucking hell, clutching lukewarm vinegar-passes-for hot wine, 10am, am beyond pysical sensation, lajos-th leans me against wall, then staggers to bathroom to distil in the pisswarmth, out, eh-lizabet, eh-lizabet (hungarian pronounciation) most beszeltem egy emberrel aki ezeket ismeri, azt mondja hogy az a nyavalyas busz nem ide erkezik mert csak hatra, a parkingba engedik be es hogy hazudtak, es hat az is van hogy hat a busz mar regen 7am-kor megerkezett csak hat persze nem mondtak eg nekunk, baszd meg. meaning, hungarian=pronounced elizabeth, i just talked to some guy who knows these people, and he says those damned buses don't even park here but are made to come to the back of the parkinglot, and that these assholes are lying, and not only that but that the bus arrived a long time ago at 7am but, of course, the fuckers also neglected to mention that.

so there was zoli wandering b-pest with nary a cent, seeing as he owns none and came on borrowed 200,000 lei for busfare, about 5 3/4 cents, but hard come by in romania, lemme tell you.

end of this story is that zol was debrouillard en hostie and found lajos-and-eszter-the-hungarians-and-me's address and showed up at the door so then here we are back at the beginning, ain't we, off to romania, broken kneed.