Washing, whinging and dodging the hail

The cheapest place to access the net in Hungary is at Burger King but the keyboards are unbelievably bad. Anyway today I had some laundry that had to be done so I toddled off to the self service laundry which wasnt really self service. It was controlled by a powerful woman that in a Seinfeld esque referance we shall call the washing nazi. It cost me 10 euro to have my laundry done which was unbelivable. I struck up a conversation with a local woman who was very friendly and we nattered on for ages about anything and everything. The washing Nazi did not like this though and told the Hungarian woman not to talk to me because they had earlier had a fight about prices. The washing Nazi was not happy with us fraternizing even though we tried to include her in the conversation through translating to be polite. The woman was having a bit of a bitch though about the prices and the totalitarian way in which the laundry was run. Ah women... despite having a language barrier, we can still bitch, be control freaks and be jealous. Universal traits! I love the chances that you get to meet the locals though, a laundry can sometimes be more interesting than a museum.

So my laundry was clean so I started walking back to the hostel... and it started to hail, despite the last two days being gorgeously sunny.

Then a new American at the hostel told me that Australia could make a lot of money by dumping nuclear waste in the outback. He wouldn't hear a word about land rights, he wondered why the Aboriginals hadn't opened casinos like the Indians.

Ah, people really are so entertaining... and sometimes infuriating!