An Unexpected Journey - Hungary

The airport was still empty and silent that morning when I wandered through security, ready to face the big adventure of flying to Budapest and then continuing to Pécs on my own. I sat down with my latest version of ELLE magazine, nervous and excited to leave for Hungary.

The trip to Hungary was not chosen by me as I’m part of an International Project at school. You get to make a wish list of three countries among five and get to go to one of them. 12 were picked to go to Hungary and for most of us it was the 3^rd wish. We wanted to go to Italy and Slovenia and Spain.
    But then in February the Hungarians arrived here and stayed with us for a week and we had so much fun! It was snow everywhere and we took them skiing and had snowball fights and went to Oslo shopping… We were so glad we had been chosen to go to Hungary as they were the most fun people ever.

So this journey will be different in so many ways. I’m staying at someone’s house, going to their school and experiencing all with 12 of my friends and 2 teachers. “Flight something something to Budapest at superearly in the morning is now ready for boarding. Please…” The flight was not what worried me. I’ve done that many times before. But I’ve never been to Budapest. So wish me luck.                                                       -Mari Clémentine 

Welcome, welcome!

Sorry for about no pictures and bad quality, talking 'bout old times now and digital cameras did not exist back then, but I promise it will get much better from now on!

The first time I was travelling anywhere my parents and I went to Copenhagen in Denmark for a couple of days in the summer holiday. I was six years old and we took the boat. While there we went to the zoo, the Tivoli, up and down the main street many times a day and we ate red hot dogs.

A six-year-old me getting my picture taken at some fun Tivoli-shop

The first time I was travelling by plane we, my mom and I, were going to Gran Canaria. I was 10, the five hour flight was terribly long, but I was so excited I didn’t care. It was supposed to be a typical beach holiday, just chillin’ on the beach, but even though my mom was sure to keep me active in the child-care-fun-club-thing (Bamseklubben ayeee!) where I made a bunch of friends, one that I still have, I was set to explore the island. Therefor we went on a bus trip around half of the island, we went dolphin-watching and camel riding in the dessert. I also had an adventure on a donkey, but that’s another story… This anyway is where my obsession with travelling started and even though I’m still in school I drag my mom around the world every now and then.

At a banana plantation at Gran Canaria

So join me as I climb and camp on the Great Wall of China, try to have full conversations in French at the steps of Sacre Ceour, go to school in Brighton, hang out with old friends in Italy, get mistaken for being French in Hong Kong, meet the whole world on a boat in Halong Bay and sing karaoke in a bar in Bugibba.

Mari Clémentine. –tine like in sin, not time.