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Whew, Fatty is one tired mofo. The next day after Rome, I went on a canoeing/camping trip down the Danube for a few days. It was really nice. We took the train north to just past Gyor and canoed down to the city. Spent two nights on the river. The second one was the best. We had a beautiful site in a large meadow. Our tent opened up right onto the Danube to a large, knarled tree that formed a deck over the river. We walked out of the tent and out on the tree to look at the stars. We seemed miles away from everyone, except a disco, that was hidden around the bend. Its proximity was very apparent at 3 am when the music jolted me awake. The next day we floated by a nudist camp. Gentlemen, there is no sex in the champagne room AND no hot women at a nudist camp. I??ve been to 2 nude spots and all I have seen is fat oldies and gay guys.
After the trip, we stopped by my buddies?? cousin??s place. I was in store for more good old Hungarian hospitality. They must have a bet to see if someone can get Fatty to bust from eating. The Gastronomic highlights?K.. breakfast was meat ?V a huge plate of bacon, both normal and super thick slices, and sausage, with a piece of bread to mop up the grease. The secret to the great tasting food here: they cook with the good life. Momma saves the bacon fat and other grease to cook in later. Butter is also used. For lunch we stopped at a local restaurant. I had two huge turkey fillets, hand breaded and crusted with almonds, then pan fried with the good life. It was served with a side of rice for about $4. The pop almost cost as much as the food. That night we went to a carnival. Beer was drunk freely by Fatty and he soon discovered he was duped unto the spinning swing ride. Well, a drunk Fatty and a dizzy ride equals a Fatty puking in the bushes. At least it didn??t happen on the ride!
Another long and sweating train ride back today ??. I had to meet this guy who let me check out is Trabant. First off, Trabants are far from anything sweet. The are a 2- cylinder, 2- stroke, plastic piece of crap that are all of 65 horsepower. East Europeans didn??t have much choice for cars a while ago and the Trabant was pretty much it. They really are mostly plastic. You still see them everywhere, and they are so crappy that people love them. I had to drive one, so this guy my friend knows restores them and drives in rallies. He had me come out to see his cars and to drive one. It was pretty fun. He prettied this one in the picture up. It still had the normal, slow-ass, noisy, vibrating engine. It was great. See a video of Fatty??s drive here!
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