Arriving to St Pancras International(London) I had a bit different expectations. I thought mine would be just a train like any other one. In Hungary when we used to have Budapest Moscow, it was just on the time table like any other train. After my astonishment was gone I started to follow the eurostar signs till a point when I arrived to an airport kinda place. I looked over the crowd to find any evidence of people freaking out. Everyone was calmed even at the baggage checking place, so I realized that this is just for the show and probably this place works as an airport should: "if you don't have a bomb or excessive amount of drug in your baggage you're cool to go. No drama!"

When I got through the gates I found out that we have two stops: Brussels and Rotterdam. I also wanted to have a stamp in my passport, so I let people passing me, but then they directed me to an other gate where the lady wasn't so generous with the stamp and I didn't get one... Other than that I was happy with the service. There were two elevator one for the coaches 1-5 and an other one for 6-10. Ofc we, the passengers as good Europeans took the wrong ones and everyone was wandering around the platform to find the right coach. I found my seat and started my travel. Eventhough usually I'm a son of a bitch when it comes to fight for the arm rest this time I wasn't in the mood just let the other lad take it. I wasn't in the mood to interact. No fight for the armrest, no talk... When we stopped by Brussels he got off. All the tension and stress that built up in the past weeks was still on me.

On the train my friend from high school, Máté who lives in the Netherlands started to text me giving instructions to the city. "Here you can rent a bike from: <link> and here you can buy weed close to the station: <other link> Go see Rénó(an other friend), he works in a bar, go, see him!<facebook link of the bar>" Apart from the bicycle I followed every instructions: first I get to a coffee shop. I would have never thought that a place where I can buy and smoke weed could be anything but 10/10, but it's fucking Holland they managed to do it. I wasn't going to the coffee shop to smoke spliff, I went there to see a little bit of the city, but it was just a soulless place where they served weed. Regardless of my unfulfilled expectations, weed is still weed and I calmed a bit and went to visit my friend, Rénó. I just shown up at his workplace hoping it isn't too busy. Just said to a guy in the bar who I'm looking for. He didn't get it, so asked his manager. The other guy didn't know either, so I just said a guy from Hungary. "Uhh Emra! I'll have a look!"

After a minute later he came back with some guy who was two sizes larger than my friend, had shaved head, and beard.

I was like "fuck sake Máté pranked me..."

-Ben! Can believe you came to see me! What a surprise!

Even I realized that he was somewhat Turkish and Rénó wasn't his real name, my mind was still struggling with processing other changes he went through. I just kept repeating to myself "4.5 years...4 and half years"

Strangely Holland had changed his character more than he changed his look. 4 and half years... I wouldn't thought before that orderliness is something that he could co-op with, but seemly he was doing well.

I get to the hostel. I was walking just enjoying the empty city. The lights were not as light as I was used to, and still being a bit high I felt like in a film noir. After I walked two hours - I mean it felt like but it was about 20 minutes - I took the tram. I got a one hour ticket, I just had to check in and check out when I get off from the tram. For 3.2 euro it seemed to be a real budget, I calculated that I could use only one for my staying.

Next day I didn't set an alarm just woke up naturally. I could barely catch the breakfast. A small group of Brits left their plates on the table why some kitchen guy was shouting at them explaining how the system works and where they were supposed to put their plates after finish.

He was right, but it was strange for me that they actually prioritized the rules over being nice to their customers. After the UK 15C° I had a really hard time with the 25C°. And the building of the hostel just amplified it. I more or less get my life together get some food from Lidl and start thinking of doing stuff. With Máté we had a meeting scheduled in Rotterdam. I had 3,5 hour for Amsterdam. I didn't have a better idea in that weather and timeframe so I ended up in an other coffee shop. This one was a cool one, noone bothered me if I wanna get a drink or anything, the furnitures were more comfortable. And the whole place just had a better vibe. I stayed there like two hours. Just keep rolling spliffs and write. After that I went to the train station. I was thinking if I can leave sooner. It doesn't really matter where I wait and for some strange reason I was more interested in Rotterdam than in Amsterdam. I couldn't leave early and on the train station I also realized that I didn't wake up for my bio clock alarm, but probably because of the heat. I felt asleep and only woke up 10 minutes before my departure.

With  Máté we had a lot to catch up an other 4 and half years. I can't really remember if it was a joke about coming from such an economically stable country as Hungary or we really didn't give a shit, but we spent a good few hours in a coffee shop buying only one preroll for 3€ and keep rolling spliffs from the weed we get from somewhere else.

After the coffee shop we had 1-1 bucket of Ben and Jerry's then went to a gay pub. First idea was just to have a beer in a pub, but when we were walking by that one, he made a joke for going in and I thought he is as open minded or at least tries to pretend to be as it wouldn't be a problem for him. Ending up gay Heineken tested the same we passed the westerner test. From there we went to the Erasmus bridge than to the trainstation. We both got the last train before midnight and I got back to the hostel at half 2, and set the alarm for 7.

Meeting Máté made me realise that I'm probably not that adaptable as I thought before. I thought I could move countries like birds do because of the seasons, but I surely wouldn't be able to make the changes that requires to live in the Netherlands. I met the last friend on my way I know. From now it's all unknown. Feels like the real start of the journey is from Amsterdam to Copenhagen.