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That evening my sister and I ventured out to take a walk along the Danube river. (My sisters friend was still too exhausted to come with.) It was a little late, at around 8pm, but it seemed safe enough. We walked across the chain bridge and stepped on to the Buda side for first time and got unreasonably excited about that. We walked back along the bridge then followed the river until we reached the parliament building again. There was not a single fence between river and land, and there were plenty of places where you could walk down steps right down into the water. This, coming from health and safety obsessed UK, was a little surprising. It was extremely cold near the river but very pretty – all the main sites were lit up. We both took millions of pictures. I’m not sure how well my pictures came out, as it’s my first time having a camera able to handle night photography. I played around a lot with the settings to at least try to capture it. It was nothing like I’d ever seen before, having only visited Europe once before, and too long ago to have clear memories. I became quite enamoured with the grand, fairytale architecture all lit up just so. I could begin to understand the romance of Europe for travellers.


















→ I had my second driving test yesterday. I did not pass. Again, my nerves got to me and I did things I would never have done in my lessons. Compounding it, the examiner this time was a mean, impatient man who seemed to be going out of his way to make me feel more uncomfortable, pressured and anxious. He kept interfering in my decisions, making me stressed out, leading me to stall or become jerky on the pedals as I crumbled under the pressure of his persistent interference. It was possibly worse than the last test, and definitely more frustrating. I can drive. I’m fine during lessons. I just get so nervous and freaked out under test conditions. All I need to be able to do is drive to work or to the doctor and I can do both, independently and safely, but because I can’t pass my test…I can’t. I’m going to have to wait until June for my next test, and pay out even more money for lessons to keep practising. I hate how much money and time I’m investing in something I can do. 