Hungary can be quite interesting...
I went to Szombathely (near the border with Austria) a few years ago to take part in a contemporary composition symposium. Despite us being the cream of the world's young composers (apparently), we were given weird accomodation. I think it was a boarding house, or a uni halls of residence, but we had to share rooms (I was in with two guys, but fortunately we knew each other anyway, so wasn't as bad as it potentially could have been). There were mice everywhere, peeling linoleum and wallpaper, the shelves were barely attached to the walls, and the showers were among the filthiest I've ever seen.

Also, the loos were of those funny "shelved" variety, which meant we had to be very wary of doing a long poo (this story by wingphil explains why: www.b3ta.com/questions/shitstories/post9269. I wouldn't have the shitty bollocks problem, but an overlong turd coming into contact with ladybits would still be unpleasant).

And every single meal consisted of: fruit soup, mystery meat with liberal lashings of cheese and potatos, and potato-meat-tasting chocolate stuff (we suspected that everything was cooked in the same pan, with no washing up between courses). A truly bizarre fortnight, that was.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Wed 23 Jan 2008, 15:15, 2 replies)

Szombathely!
Bless you.

*passes the Kleenex*
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 23 Jan 2008, 15:26, closed)

Hungary
I once spent a fortnight in Hungary and loved it. Except for one hotel which smelt vaguely of fusty piss and of course the ubiquitous Teutonic lavatories with the jobby-shelves.

Standing up gradually while coiling out a long one is a useful technique, I find.

I have also been told that sitting facing the cistern also works, but have not tried this.
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Wed 23 Jan 2008, 15:32, closed)