Todays ‘Slutty Sundae’ is a story while travelling through Europe.
Being an impressionable 22 year old woman meant in-de-pen-dence *snaps fingers* and most of my friends hadn’t been out of Australia.
Yet there I was, backpacking around Europe.
I felt this shield of confidence that I had never felt before.
This experience is something I’ll never forget.
It was the summer of 2012. And I arrived at my hostel as a complete sweaty mess. After getting lost twice; once by this guy who took me the complete opposite direction I needed and the second being a man who spoke english and was very sweet!
Once settled after a good sleep and shower. I spent the day soaking up the sights and taking random streets to see a different side of Budapest I wouldn’t normally see.
Later on, I gathered in the hostel lounge area with people from the hostel. All from around the globe. 5 Americans, 2 Ecuadorians, 1 Austrian guy, and a German girl then me. The only Aussie. A rarity.
We dove straight into drinking games, became louder and sweaty and some stripped shirtless (the hostel had only one fan per room and it was so hot). The hostel lady told us we needed to close the windows because the neighbours would complain.
The woman mumbled something about a man with a hockey stick. She divulged into an anecdote about this nasty man. He would come along and rip down all their maps and signs of the hostels location- no wonder I was lost! Even ripped out the keypad to open the doors for the hostel because the residents complained.
It was her nice way of saying we should probably leave if we wanted to continue to be loud and have ‘obnoxious’ fun.
One of the American guys suggested this place he heard of that was quite cool. We all left and followed him. I was pretty buzzed from the cheap alcohol, despite the sweating.
I felt like we had walked hours before we finally arrived (my guess is that he had no clue where he was going).
It was this super cool club that looked like a garage out the front with these plain doors, the beat hit my chest as I nodded my head to the music. Walking through the sparkling of lights amongst the trees and this old beetle car was stuck in the middle of the club on the ground floor. It was definitely my kind of place. More like a bar with a warm outdoor vibe, everyone clearly drunk and loving life.
You’re going to think I’m weird now. But honestly, in that moment. That warm balmy night. We were connected.
We sat down and began to drink and started to share stories amongst us. It was strange it was as if that walk had chilled everyone out and we weren’t keen to go nuts. But to vent.
Stories were thrown across the group which made us laugh and cringe and spill our drinks. It was genuinely a great time. Then the leader, American guy came up with an idea.
“Okay, we have to share something. This night is too good. We won’t ever have it again. I want each of you to think of something that is dear to you. And share with the group. It can be anything.” he said.
“But, it can’t be sex or drugs.”
This stumped everyone. It was hard.
“It has to be something that is your SHIT. Yeah, it has to be your shit. It just drives you and keeps you going when there’s nothing else.” he added.
“We’ll go around the circle”.
This was fascinating. The American girl explained in detail her love for politics the fight for equality and justice. The Austrian guy took a part his love for cars, adding the different types and why he loved how they drove. One of the Ecuadorian guys mentioned his shit for Capoeira, how it moves his body and transforms him into a mediative state.
I felt so drawn in to each of these individuals. Even if I didn’t feel the same about those things. I could feel the sensations they talked about with excitement.
I was nervous because I was next. What the hell was I going to say? I then realised the most simplistic thing I could think of.
“My shit….is to laugh” I said.
At first they looked at me plainly.
“No, no, no you can’t say that!” said the Austrian guy – who probably had it in for me because I knew literally zilch about cars.
“Hold on,……you know what? I like that” said the American guy.
I defended myself by giving examples. ” I love to laugh and would do things in order to laugh, mainly with others though” I said with justification.
This moment made me love humanity. I know it sounds completely corny. But there’s something about sharing such deep confession for “your shit” when you don’t know these people apart from a few hours of conversation.
Definitely one of my most treasured moments travelling. Also because what I said completely surprised me.
And yes, my SHIT still is to make myself laugh and those around me as you can tell by the picture below.
So tell me, what the hell is your SHIT?
See you next ‘Slutty Sundae’!