"What makes the Hostel Marco Polo attractive to our guests?" Hell if I know.
But it is an apt name for a place that kept me in search of the elusive bed, heat, Western influence---or, hell, just anything that did not smack of shady, eastern bloc remains.
Arrived in abysmal Budapest in the morning but could not check-in until 2p. Since this hostel is not a quaint B&B am sure beds were free and I should have been given the key straight away BUT rules are rules; and if it is anything (former) communists know it is how to follow stupid rules.
Strike 2: only accepts national currency; Strike 3: no free Internet; Strike 4: there's shit else to do. Wait. There is no such thing as a fourth strike!
Bunk waiting around for two o'clock. I grabbed my bags and left.
Marco...? Marco...?
Nyar Utca. 6, 1072
1/7/08
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