As well as the
little wooden puli dog that I ADORE, one of the things I brought back with me
from Hungary was a few packets of smoked cheese called Karavan. Reka’s mum, on
our arrival at the flat had laid out a magnificent spread of meats, cheeses and
salads but the clear favourite was a pyramid of cheesy puffs. We went wild for
them and crammed them in pretty much every minute we were awake until sadly, we
scoffed them all.
With much excitement during a spare few days of Easter
holiday essay hell, me and three of my MA girlies set off to Hungary, to stay
in Reka’s fab little apartment in the heart of Budapest. Although I was very
excited and had been looking forward to the break for a good long while, I’m
sorry to say that pretty instantly homesickness set in! How annoying!
Basically, the result ended in me angrily huffing and puffing my way around
Budapest zoo with the others before running out of the lion enclosure to put
credit on my phone so I could text my mum and Roger. Zoos and I don’t get on to
begin with, so it was never a good idea. The bear made me especially sad. But I
wasn’t always homesick; once I’d got that credit on my phone I was ok. As long
as I have some form of link to Roger and my mum, I think I’ll survive. Even a
coconut phone or frequent messages in bottles would have sorted me out.
