I had not slept in two days when I knocked on the massive door of a downtown Budapest building. It was past midnight and the street was dark. I rang the bell and a faint voice invited me inside. I saw a regal stairway to my right, just before the lights went out. So I struggled slowly up the stairs, gripping the side, easing my feet one by one forward and up. I found the door to the hostel and rang another bell.
The place turned out to be wonderful. Friendly folk who seemed to have thought of everything. I even got some free Hungarian food that they had prepared for a cooking class.
But I was too tired to do anything. I hit the sack and slept for 12 hours.
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