I know, it's a sad think, but I have the impression that, after all this years, Catholics still think that God forgives the people that slave other people. Okay, I'm exaggerating...
I tell you: I went to Bákonybél, by bus, and there was the farm: a small place where they grew Lemon Grass, Mint, Oregano, etc., and they had such big property, like 4 or 5 hectares, and monks just seemed to be like from a movie; like if God doesn't care that monks live better than porn actors ( by the way, I'm not trying to get a double meaning on this, but I'm glad I watched my ass... Yes, okay, this last thing has double meaning).
So, what was I saying? Oh, yes! We are there, in a house sepparated from the monk(ey)s' and we get food once a day, like enough for an adult (but not for me), but we don't eat with them either. Not even the 'boss' is a monk.
So we could have been in a chocolate factory and we wouldn't have noticed it either.
And the guy that was there didn't talk at all. I mean, he is hungarian bit he is not a wwoofer, and laughs when I try to ask him something because he cannot speak any other language and I have to try it in Hungarian. 'Crazy Stuff'. Luckily, there was a wwoofer from California, Maya, (I'm sorry for her because in a week she had no conversation with anyone whatsoever, even though she spent like 16 hours a day with the guy I mentioned.
By the way, she has a really nice blog that you should visit at least for 20 seconds, because you can use 20 seconds of your life checking the blog: Fuckin' Truckin')
Anyway, after 7 hours only weeding (I don't mean 'doing weed' like smoking Marihuana, but pulling the weed out) I decided I would leave the next day.
I sent an email to Mihály, who has a small garden with some vegetables in the suburbs of Budapest (we had'd contact previously, but I turned him down because I preferred a farm in the middle of nowhere instead of a farm in a city) and he replied saying I could come. Great news!
Maya came to Budapest with me to meet a friend, but, unlike me, with the intention of coming back.
So our paths took different ways when we set foot and I started to walk around to find a place to get my camera pictures into the computer, because I left the cable at home to avoid carrying more weight. Wrong!
So twenty headaches and 1 liter of sweat later, the pictures were finally loaded on the blog and I started heading to Mihály's home...
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