Yesterday was the final full day of the Monsoon. We started off our day with a 2.5 hour walking tour of Vilnius, which included the self-declared independent micronation of Užupis, which is similar to Christianshavn in Copenhagen, sans drugs. There was a Tibet Square in honour of when the Dalai Lama visited, and the Backpacker Jesus statue.
Yesterday morning we made our way to the food market, Balti Jamma Turg, in Tallinn for some street food and free time before our bus to Riga that afternoon. I mostly just relaxed with some coffee while the rest of the gang wandered off to do their own thing. But I did get to indulge in some Uzbek food for lunch, which was delicious.
Budapest captured my heart. I don't know if it was the rich history, incredible architecture, vibrant (but not overwhelming) night life, the breathtaking way the city lights up when the sun goes down, or perhaps just having two amazing Couchsurfing hosts who made me feel welcomed and shared their own love of the city with me, but something just drew me to the city in a magical way.
After months of planning and anticipation, the time has finally come to begin my year of travel. And it didn't get off to the smoothest start, buy hey that's part of travel.
The free walking tour I had done my first day in Dublin offered discounted tickets for the Irish Whiskey Museum, and one thing I don’t need much convincing for is a tour and tasting of anything alcohol related. Part of the reason why I’ve learned to enjoy these experiences as much as I do (even though they often can be tourist traps) is because it’s an interesting lens through which to learn the history of the country you’re in.