… Neighbourhood karma

Throughout the winter there were requests popping up from a group of hungarian friends attempting to come skiing in Maribor. A guy from Budapest wrote first, announcing him and his three friends. We already had plans for that weekend so we had to decline. A few minutes later he wrote back that their plans have changed and they could come on Monday. Awkward situation, since we planned to paint some walls and some other work aroung the house so I had to decline again. A week or so later another guy wrote that him and three of his friends are going skiing soon in a week or two, definite time to be provided later, if we could accomodate them.  As I was responding, that I need more information to give an answer, I was running in my head what kind of plans do we have and when. And as the fate would have it, they were planning to come exactly when the australian came. Feeling a bit bad I again had to say no and invited them, again, to come some other time.  Coincidently I had to give the same response to a girl, who wanted to come skiing with three friend. From Budapest. She had also invited us to join them skiing. No word from them since.

  I don’t know if it was all this Budapest talk to get things started or it was a proverbial series of events that made us wanting to see what Budapest is like. My belief is that eastern european cities should be visited in the spring, when everything blossoms and the trees are brightly green, the people are happier and more friendly after a long winter. We picked april, circled a free date on a calendar and  started writing requests. There’s not a lot of couchsurfers in Budapest, at least there weren’t back then, but still a lot to choose from. We had enough time on our hands so we send it to two hosts for starters, confident that one of them would definitelly help us out. In a few days there was no response, so we wrote two more requests. After the second attempt came up empty, we started sending four and then five and six. The date was approaching fast and we still didn’t find a host, in between two responses we couldn’t find a positive one. We usually don’t lose hope soon so we kept writing, the desperate tone progressing with more and more time passing. We began to realize that we could consider hostels in the area but we really wanted to experience the city through eyes of people who lived there. We labeled  the operation Budapest as a failure and canceled our plans.


It got me thinking. Budapest turned out to be more elusive than expected, was it perhaps better for us not to visit at that time? Or was it karma, giving us an instant view of how it feels to be rejected, not by people but almost by a place itself. Much later, we good to resolve our issues with karma, we gladly hosted two hungarian girls but more on that some other time. And maybe we will enjoy Budapest someday, with karma’s blessing.


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