ALWAYS avoid being hungover when you're traveling, its the biggest bummer in the world.
Here are my top 5 worst hangovers abroad EVER.
5. Bars in Romania don't close and I mean literally some never close. We are talking 24/7 which can obviously get you into trouble. Dancing on a table with some Northern Africans and downing shots of Absinthe is really good way to fuck yourself over. It only gets worse when you buy a Kabab covered in Mayo at 5AM. Needless to say the next day I actually wanted to die a little bit.
4.One night in Rome we went to a bar in the camping complex we were staying at. In my infinite wisdom I thought it'd be a really good idea to drink an entire bottle of wine before I went (classy, I know). So we get to this bar and everyone there is under the age of 18, except for a group of guys who were hovering around 40. In order to surpress my urge to make an uncomfortable situation even more uncomfortable, I drank more. This was when things started to go wrong. I was with 3 friends, one began crying for being rejected, one began to comfort the hot mess and started crying out of sympathy, and the other one was running around with me making trouble, dancing with old men, and drinking. Finally we left the bar around 2 and headed back to our cabin where we find the door wide open and all my money/ipod gone. Officially now poor, I began crying and screaming. Then the toilet broke. The next day, everyone felt really good about themselves.
3. The last time I went camping was in Scotland. Now Scotland is beautiful don't get me wrong, but I am not a happy camper. To help me ignore the fact that we were in fact camping I drank several beers until I was able to convince myself that sleeping on the ground with 3 other people was super fun. At around 5AM it started raining. At around 5:03AM the tent was completely flooded and everyone was shouting at each other. Wet, exhausted, and hung over we all piled into the car and began to hate life for the solid 3 hours it took to drive back to our hotel.
2. Getting really messed up in Prague was awesome. We went to about 6 different bars (no it was not a bar crawl) and stayed out until dawn when we finished up with a big mac meal at 5AM. Always a good idea. When we finally got back to our hostel at around 6AM we just passed out in all our post-party glory. Finally at around 11 we woke up and prepared for our last day in Prague. But first, we needed to go to that bagel shop to get a bagel. While there we realized that we still felt like shit so we decided to just walk to starbucks instead of site seeing. When we finally got there, we realized that we could really go for another bagel so we walked to another bagel shop. Then we went back to the hostel and had soup. What fun final day.
1. The worst hangover of my life. I spent one summer studying in Cork Ireland. On weekdays we had classes, on saturday we had field trips and we had the day off on Sunday. My friend's birthday just so happened to fall on a Friday. This resulted in us getting so drunk I am actually amazed we made it home in one piece. I believe we got in around 3am, and we had to leave for our mandatory field trip at 8. At around 7 we rolled out of bed and quickly realized that today was not going to be the best day ever. Knowing this, I brought my quilt and my friend brought some food for the bus ride. Our first stop of the field trip took us about 3 hours by bus. I laid on the floor in my quilt and my friend spread out on the back seat trying not to throw up. When we arrived we laid in the grass while everyone else explored an old manor house. Our next stop was literally to a field which took another 3 hours to get to. Not interested in their very literal take on what a field trip was, we walked a mile to a gas station and got some pringles. The bus driver saw us, but he was cool so he didn't blow up our spot. Our third and final stop was to a restaurant. On the way there, my friend had to throw up into the bag of cookies she bought (they were good cookies too) and I continued to sleep on the floor. When we arrived for dinner I went to the bathroom to throw up. Then we all sat outside praying that the earth would stop spinning so damn fast. Three hours later we were finally home in time to grab a drink.
No comments:
Post a Comment