... in Budapest.

A couple of weeks has passed by and some crazy nights of partying has been experienced as a result of getting accepted to medical school.

All three of us are in. Ida has already left Budapest for Barcelona and David will leave Budapest in a couple of days for Austria.

I will stand alone in Budapest the next two weeks, in the hope of getting exempted from 2 courses next year in medical school (Medical English/Terminology and Hungarian).

After the alps we all arrived to Budapest and heard the good news. We spent the last week almost entirely on partying. Unfortunately I didn't pick up the best parts with video but I have some material and photos I'd like to put up.

So how does it feel to get accepted ? For me it was all planned since way back. It doesn't matter I guess, you're still nervous when you wait for the news and you're still extremely happy when you're accepted. I was jumping around the room like crazy when I heard the news which followed by a bottle of wine getting sunk into my belly.

Stay tuned.

- Homan

the video speaks for itself

Today is jetpacking day 0. Tomorrow we fly to Sweden from Budapest. We'll stay there for one week. After that we're flying to Munich where we'll also stay for almost one week.

I'm staying with David at his familys house for that week but maybe we'll go visit Ida in the alps...

Cheers folks

- Homan

When I was waking up this morning I was thinking about a group of chemical compounds called 'pheromones'. Maybe you've heard about it, maybe not. It's a chemical compounds secreted by a species to influence the development or behaviour of an organism of the same race. It's used by mammals (humans also) to attract someone from the opposite sex.

I wonder now when the world is filled with different perfumes and scents from across the globe (everything from olives, coconuts to strawberries) if we humans have lost the receptors of pheromones?

Or if we are preprogrammed to be disgusted of someone that hasn't showered in 2-3 days? In the old days you couldn't shower every day. At that time our pheromones did some work for us when we wanted to find a partner.

So how could we try this out? Not to shower a couple of days and then go out to the pub or to the club and see if our scent finds us a partner. I won't try that though, haha. Just a idéa for someone who likes to experiment.

Anyway, here's a very interesting documentary of lobotomy. For those who doesn't know what lobotomy is; it's basically a specialist neurosurgical doctor that goes into the brain of the patient and cuts of links in the brain to solve the neurological problems of the patient. It's banned nowadays though. But very interesting to watch, and free!:

... to the entrance exam. I'm definitely feeling more and more stressed. I try to suppress it though and channel it into my studies. I have no idea how that's going though. Always sounds so much better when you say it. But actually trying to do it is another thing. I'm actually writing this bloggpost with a guitar in my hand, but I don't know... the world seems so much nicer with a guitar.

I think David and Ida is also starting to feel the stress. It's natural though. The entrance exam is going to play a big role in our lives.

early rainy spring day in Budapest

The real exam is next week on Saturday. That would be Saturday the 27th. We'll see how that goes. David, Ida and I fly to Stockholm Tuesday the 23rd. We'll probably post some pictures from that trip later. Stay tuned folks.

- Homan

... can be completely fucked up. I had a dream last night about all kinds of random things.

It all started with me walking down the street with my childhood friend (we called him Doodie) that I haven't seen in countless years. I met my collegues from last year when I worked in Oslo in a restaurant on the outdoor seats. I said hello to them and continued. While I was standing on the street another old childhood friend of mine passes by (his name is Olle, and he's 2.04m tall) and I say hi to him. I ask him how he is, but he seems to be in a hurry. He just sais that he's in a hurry and then he sais that things are bad.

Little did I know that there would be a showdown at the hill where the building I stood next to was. So suddenly there's a hill with some trees and women and men are fighting, punching and kicking each other, high heels and fitted caps flying all over the place. I start cheering for the ones winning. I ask my friends where Olle is and they point at a high-rise building (like a mini scyscraper) where we see him climbing upwards towards the roof with a HUGE sniper-rifle on his back.

I was a little bit concerned I guess so I started to climb the roof after him. When I got up, he wasn't there. I was trying to keep my balance on the roof because the roof was very steep and there was a very thin walkway I was crawling on while the wind was almost knocking me down. I found a exit on the roof where I could climb inside the building.

When I got in the building I find myself in a metro station. The train comes and I step inside and take a seat. Now I'm completely naked with a bottle of sun lotion and some accessories in my hand. I hear a couple of people talking russian behind me.

After I arrive to my destination I get off the train and start walking up the stairs of a huge room decorated with white tiles only, still naked. I get to the top of the stairs where I find two doors. One door with a female sign and one door with a male sign. Naturally, I choose the male one. I step inside and walk through a regular public toilet resembling that of what you can find in a mall. I step out of the door on the other end of the toilet and find myself on a beach in Greece. I know it's Greece because I see one of my old collegues from when I worked with diving on Crete. His name is Syphis (he sometimes introduced himself as Syphilis to women and I never quite understood why).

On the beach (now with clothes) I see a old caucasian man lying in a sun bed. To his left and to his right there are two, significantly younger men lying each in their own sun bed. These two younger men are of a darker skin appearance. The caucasian man starts kissing the younger dark skinned men. Both of them.

I quickly leave the place disgusted and decide that I have to find a job. After that I start applying my sun lotion.

So that's the dream.

If anyone believes dreams mean something. Then what the fuck does this mean ?

- Homan

1. STAND on the RIGHT side of the escalator.

Provoking just to see the reactions.

 

 

... in Budapest can be a day filled with studies, relaxing day on a café, having friends over for dinner or beeing at THE craziest parties. The nightlife here in Budapest is a fucking syndrome, it's SICK!

In a couple of days you will be able to see a video of me and David going from my flat to a pre-party at a couples house. After that we moved on to a charity ball where we stayed for a while. After that we moved to a party which took place at a spa. The group of people that arrange this party is well known not only in Budapest. We met people from south of France for example. When you do this kind of party/club popping, drugs and alcohol in abundance are no extremeties.

Stay tuned for the video. Until then: