HI I am vicky and I blog over at
www.beingtillysmummy.co.uk
with Tilly who is seven. I was asked to blog about a holiday memory
and I have always had fantastic holidays and I have been lucky but
this was a bit disastrous when it all went wrong.
In the summer of 2016, we embarked on a
trip around Europe by train, Hmm nothing unusual about that I hear
you all say, but I was travelling with my 6 year old daughter. We
flew to Switzerland and spent 3 idyllic days in Interlaken before we
moved on to Munich and Vienna. By the time we got to Vienna, I think
we were getting a bit cocky! We have navigated Europe for nearly a
week as two single ladies and a kid in tow, we had booked all the
accommodation through booking .com and each time we had stayed in
some amazing places. So we thought to ourselves that this whole trip
was a piece of piss. This was the moment that we got too cocky,
because we had booked to go to Budapest next, we were so excited, we
spent the day in Vienna and then travelled to Hungary in the evening.
We had timed it to arrive in Budapest for about 7pm, but actually got
there about 830pm
So the moment we arrived at Budapest
station it all seemed to go wrong, I had slept most of the journey
and as I had woken up I was grumpy and snappy and I needed the loo, I
found one in the station and went down the stairs to it. I went
inside and there was a room that looked like a prison and the
cubicles looked like cells but I was so desperate to go, that I went.
Anyway we used the good old sat nav on our Iphone and found the
hotel, we walked up and down a street and for the life of us we
couldn’t find the place we had booked. Finally next to a rowdy bar
with drunk men and half dressed women outside we found our hotel.
We entered the door code and went in, something didn’t seem right!
It was dark and dinghy, and we went in a really rickety old lift up
to the next level, my friend walked because the lift was so small. I
actually feared for her life because this place looked like the place
on movies where innocent people get murdered. We found our room and
went in but what greeted us was much worse than the prison toilets at
the train station.
The room was disgusting! The bedding
was dirty and hadn’t been cleaned from the guests before, there was
hair on the pillows and the table had enough crumbs on it to form a
whole biscuit. My friend and I looked at each other and I just wanted
to cry. We looked in the bathroom and it was filthy, the tv looked
like it had been nicked and there was dirty tissues stuffed in
places. Even worse was the plug socket that was hanging out of the
wall. It was at that moment that I realised that we actually were in
danger. Not only from electrocution but also from catching something
from the room or the bedding and the door didn’t lock properly so
we feared for our life, we actually thought that we could be murdered
in our beds. Tilly tried to climb the bed and I shouted noooooooo! At
that moment I was so grateful that I had insisted that the surgery
had given Tilly her Hepatitis injection. I had told them that Hungary
was on the list as a possibility – now I see why. We told tilly
just to stand up and not touch anything whilst me and my friend
searched through booking,com for a hotel. We even found a bit of time
to post in Fb that we thought we were going to be murdered! Looking
back, it wasn’t a wise move.
We were looking
for a room, but what if the room was the same as this? This room had
looked so nice on the booking website. We found an apartment that was
clean and cheapish and booked the room. By now it was 10.30pm and we
had to go and find this new
apartment. We knew we needed to leave but we also panicked at the
thought of walking the streets at this time of night. But we had to
do it. Eventually we got up the courage to go down stairs and we
walked for about 20 minutes down these side streets until we found an
apartment block. We went up and found the apartment, we walked in
holding our breath – But we walked into the most perfect apartment,
it was the place of dreams, it was clean and it was fresh. My friend
and I just hugged and opened a bottle of wine. We took snaps to post
on Facebook that we were safe and to get our families to cancel
International Rescue, The SAS, The Marines, NCIS, FBI, CIA, Navy
Seals and the police.
Then Tilly said ‘mummy I am hungry’
That is how we found ourselves to be walking the streets of Budapest
again at midnight, looking for somewhere to eat. Of course we felt
brave by now as we had survived being murdered, electrocuted and
killed by disease. I am happy to say the rest of the holiday went to
plan and blog posts can be found on
www.tillystravellingtelegram.co.uk
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