2013-10-11: Day 16
Yet another international break is upon us and I was invited to a Communist style bar in Buda called Marxim. Not the sort of you may be inclined to walk in to if you weren't with those in the know with it's barbed wire hanging up and well pitched decor but it was a really nice local place to watch the game with a friendly crowd.
The game itself... well, 8-1 and you don't really need much more than that. Everything that could did pretty much and when you have a gulf in class and the underdogs needing to go for the win this sort of result can happen. Taken in good grace by all as there really was nothing to be upset about other than perhaps that the keeper had forgotten most of what he, presumably, once knew.
The toilets were... interesting. We're not talking a barely mucked out trench from a gulag. New, clean, no faults at all on that front just... unconventional. As delicately as I can put this... the back-wall of the urinal was a window. The window was unpainted but had a venetian blind but the blind wasn't entirely closed. I grant you it would take a concerted effort and considerable feat of agility for someone to adopt the required position but it still added a curiously voyeuristic feel.
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