27 days, 6 countries, and 10 cities made up my summer Interrail trip around Eastern Europe. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but it was the perfectly casual whistle-stop tour I had been craving…
I narrowed down the choices and got my group of 24 classicists to vote on where they wanted to go. Although I believe they were marginally swayed by the hostel’s Latin name, the vast majority chose Carpe Noctem Vitae over their sister hostel Grandio, so CNV was where we went, and we were not disappointed…
I’d read plenty of reviews that this Hostel was a great place to stay. On their Hostelworld.com page they boasted about how they were the best of both worlds, combining a love of drinking and crazy nights out with a place you could still chill and get some sleep. On the run up to our trip the Hostel were easy to get hold of and always quick to give me advice. My group had an obscene amount of questions that apparently Google was incapable of answering for them, and so I had to persistently annoy the hell out of the staff team sending email after email. I have never had to ask for so much reassurance from one establishment, and there were moments you would find with my head in my hands reaching for a pillow to scream it, but the CNV guys were so awesome it made my job as Trips Officer 10x easier. On the run up to the trip I was not only excited to go on holiday, but I was excited to meet these mysterious figures behind the emails, to whom I owed my sanity.
Upon arrival an adorable little blonde lady lead us up to 7 or so flights of stairs of a residential building; CNV was situated mainly on the top 2 floors, although other bedrooms and communal areas did exist 2 floors down. Once in, we were each handed a beer whilst a charming group of questionably named gentlemen sat us down and went through the logistics of the hostel, and all the health and safety yadaydada. All of us immediately felt comfortable in our surroundings, and I remember with every extra bit of information they gave us just smiling and thinking to myself “This is the best hostel EVER”, and the looks I kept getting from around the room showed I wasn’t the only one holding such an opinion!
On the top floor one could find computers, a kitchen, rooftop terrace & paddling pool, and a chill out area to play games, alongside laundry facilities and free towels. The whole hostel was decorated with beautiful murals painted by a local artist, something I always like to see. As a party hostel visitors were welcome so long as a paying guest gave them their invite. Whether you wanted to bunk up with 10 others or spoil yourself with a private double (which were lush and had their own balconies), there was something for everyone, fitted with plenty of lockers to keep your things. Although there were no en-suites, a shower was never further than corridor away but of course hot water was scarce and you would often have to queue. Our floor in particular rocked quite a line: with a DISCO SHOWER on one end, the cold water just made it that more of a rave.
One nifty little gadget we liked was the wristband door keys. Those hotel or hostel key cards are a nightmare to keep hold of and in one piece, but these wristbands meant we were able to keep them on us at all times and not one person lost theirs. We were also given paper wristbands that had the hostel address, security code, email, and a number for a taxi that could get you home safe and sound for cheeeaaap. The location of the hostel could not have been much better either; we were a very short walk from Andrassy Avenue and the Oktogon Metro Station. There were supermarkets less than 5 minutes in either direction and plenty of restaurants to choose from. When everyone went out in the evening hey did so as one huge mob, and as a result felt safe.
The hostel did not have its own bar (although it did have a Beer vending machine), and there wasn’t a party 24/7 like its sibling hostels, but that didn’t matter. We were escorted to the party at Grandio and Retox every night and we didn’t feel like we were missing out in any way. In fact, we felt like we had the upper hand since we could come home and get some sleep! CNV has a rule that you come home “fuck quietly or pass out” – thus the quality of your sleep was only compromised depending on how your roomies chose to behave… They also had a rule where the word ‘Mine’ was banned, and the penalty was a slap on the face, ass, or getting down and doing push ups. I never got caught, but those who did took in their stride.
It would be a crime if I were to finish this review without special mention to the CNV staff team. I think out of everything, these guys were what surprised me the most. I have stayed in maaany hostels around Europe; you can get great staff who do their job well and keep the whole thing running, and you can get staff who will occasionally sit and have a chat with you on the sofa and seem like nice guys. But I had never had the pleasure of meeting a staff team who were on the one hand the most chilled out, easy going group you’ll ever meet, but on the other were totally dedicated and passionate about their jobs and taking care of their hostelers. They’d all started out there as travellers and holiday goers themselves, but decided one day not to leave, so they knew from first hand what tricks were needed to ensure the passion and love for Budapest could be passed onto the newbies that came through. One even joined in our game of human Buckaroo, and you could challenge them to a drinking match day or night. My only regret about my stay was that I didn’t leave space in the itinerary to spend more time just hanging out at CNV and getting to know them more.
That said, we’ve all been bitten by the Budapest bug and are already actively figuring how we can get there ASAP. As much as I was fascinated by the history of the city, at the end of the day the highlight of our week was definitely our accommodation, and I have never come away from a trip feeling that way before. If you’re planning a trip to Budapest there is no question about it, stay in Carpe Noctem Vitae
On behalf of Royal Holloway Classical Society 2013-24 – Thank you & WE MISS YOU.
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For the remainder of our week in Budapest we all decided to take it easy, going for ad hoc wanders either side of the river. This was a welcome change of approach for me; my previous trips to Europe were rushed, and in some ways plagued by too much planning as I tend to desperately try to make the most out of every minute… Having a whole 7 days in one city, however, enabled us to take it eaaasy breeeezeyy.
Although my last two posts may lead you to believe otherwise, Budapest was not made up entirely of foolish dancing and drunken antics. No no, I had
everyone all those that could be bothered up and out the door by 10am (usually) for some hardcore tourism. Here’s what cultured frolics we got up to over the first couple of days…
As a Trips Officer leading a group of 23 other students, the night of the Széchenyi Bath Party (or ‘Sparty’) was the one I was most nervous about. 37 degree thermal pools + alcohol + strangers = trouble to me, and my fellow committee members felt the same. Of course that did not mean we’d give it a miss, no no no – we made sure everyone had plenty of warning about what they were getting themselves into before booking their tickets and left their safety in their own hands. Approximately half of the group opted out in favour of a quiet night in, whilst the rest of donned our bikinis and board shorts prepared for a night of MAYHEM. Continue reading “Review: Raving in a Thermal Pool ~ The Széchenyi Bath Party (‘Sparty’) 21/6/2014”
Budapest’s night scene brought out the best, the worst, the shameful, and the hilarious in each and everyone of us. Here I detail the first few evenings, where we went, what we did, and my opinion of said antics…
I’ll be honest, before arriving at Carpe Noctem Vitae on the 16th June, I had begun to loathe this trip. Organising a holiday for a group of 24 students and answering their – more often than not – infuriatingly obvious questions (sorry guys, but seriously, GOOGLE) had worn me out to the brink of tears. I convinced myself I’d hyped it up too much and certain members were waiting to see me crumble and feel smug about it. When I arrived at gates to Royal Holloway to pick up a small percentage of my entourage I wasn’t exactly feeling pumped, but more like a list of weekly chores had been handed to me by my mother and I was just about to empty the dishwasher. I am sure that by this point it must have seemed quite apt that the name printed in bold on the back of my tour shirt was in fact “Ice Queen”…
Fortunately, pretty much as soon as we were collected from the airport, my doubts and concerns drifted away. Upon arrival at Carpe Noctem Vitae (CNV) we were greeted promptly by a group of long-haired and bearded blokes with mysterious hidden identities. They did all the passport checks etc, before detailing us on the events that were coming up that evening and each night of the week. Needless to say we were all pumped and rearing to go; I was a little miffed that up to this point it was all working out, and that the trip I’d been carrying like a baby for 9 months hadn’t fallen to pieces. We swiftly got dolled up, downed our free beers, necked some absinthe and headed to some underground bar whose name I cannot for the life of me remember, but I do know it was open mic night (this sentence sums up most nights). The drinks were cheap and had triple the amount in a single measure compared to what we were used to in our nasty Student’s Union, so needless to say we all got very merry, very quickly. On stage a former Classical Society member even decided to steal the show by making a surprise visit that all but one of us knew anything about.
That evening all sorts of drunken drama and antics played out, but it was a perfect start to an epic week. I’m going to break the rest down into smaller posts later – for now check out the video!