Still, there were a few crazy folk we met. One Serbian guy randomly came up to us in the street, his eyes ever so slightly unfocused and his beer belly hanging out from beneath his shirt, and upon learning we were from Scotland told us that if Scotland becomes independent "you go to the Eastern Front, you fight the Russians - I also want Serbia to go to war with Russia, I want to go to war, I want to drink Russian blood." He was my favourite crazy person.
One night on an overnight train and, while we're all asleep, my friend waked up at about 4am to find some deeply scarred, has-seen-some-shit sort of dude dressed entirely in denim outside our cabin thing, shining a flashlight in and looking directly at him, holding eye contact for well over a minute before disappearing further down the train to presumably terrorise others. He didn't sleep much after that.
We also went on a pub crawl in Split, Croatia, with some folks we'd met at the hostel - one of whom decided that 80 minutes into the 90 minute "Power Hour" of free drinks that wapping his trousers off and helicopter-dicking was a good idea. I also discovered the joy that is playing team Flip Cup while fucked on rum and coke and nearly got off with some girl before she realised she was seven years older than me. Later that night I passed out in the corner of a club and then puked into the sea, before continuing with ze raiv, and I don't remember anything past that. That was a fun night.
We also cut my long hair with a Swiss Army knife on the street in Vienna... it was horrendous at first, though I managed to sort of save it by tweaking it once we got to Budapest. My chin-length-when-pulled-down fringe is entirely gone. Apparently it makes me look several years older. I keep imagining (and laughing at) some poor fucker coming across these clumps of hair in the street in the morning and wondering if they're stumbling across a crime scene.
Oh, and we found the best thing in the entire world. It's a chain just called "The Pub", and you can only find them in northern Eastern Europe. Every table has beer taps in the centre and you just pour your own, just adding the amount of litres you pour to your tab. There's a scoreboard, with tables competing against one another to see who can drink the most, and another scoreboard for each establishment - so we were in "Prague 1", competing against "Prague 2", a The Pub in Vienna, one in Bratislava, and so on... 'twas fuckin' great, though again, we were too poor to drink more than a few litres each in the couple of hours we were there.