Odin’s wrath.

Red flags encounting, our host seems to be an incontrollable factor in even the most chic places, like the ‘Boss’s restaurant’. He did not even try to impress anyone anymore and I started to get worried about the bill suddenly. It’s time to add a paella-pan table to ours to expand I think, luckily Jesus was…… Continue reading Odin’s wrath.

Not exactly reaching Valhalla.

Oh boy, the cab-drive trip was killing me! The city’s finest night time wonders, beautifully lit historical buildings I might add, were swooshing by our windows while Odin is still yapping shop talk; pulling our attention in and out of this spectacle because he recently introduced questions to his story. The cab driver however was okay, he made sure…… Continue reading Not exactly reaching Valhalla.

Odin’s path.

Having come down in ten minutes I was indeed treated with a walking-distance trip to the head-office. In retrospect I was happy we left our hand-luggage at the hotel, the pavements sucked as there was construction everywhere. Erase earlier complaint on having to go to the Hotel in the first place. The Budapest office was impressive; I…… Continue reading Odin’s path.

Arriving at destination can take forever.

I knew this day was coming. Yet as normal, I try to be detached about it for as long as possible to contain myself. I get excited easy, but more even so as this was the first day I actually got to travel for work. I need a certain nonchalance to counter this ‘excitement’ up until the point of the last day of work before the event. That was Yesterday.