After checking out at 10 I walked down the road to a shopping mall to buy a new big case. I had thought of just wrapping my case in black tape as a temporary measure just to get all my stuff home, but then I thought I might as well just buy a new case, firstly because it would almost certainly be much cheaper than in the UK, and secondly because I thought, what if the case somehow splits open while being moved about by baggage handlers? I'm glad I did buy a new one, because although it doesn't have any outer pockets and isn't quite as wide as my old one, it was only the equivalent of £20 and looked quite strongly built. I got it in a half-price deal.
Once I had bought my new case and returned to the hostel with it, I had to transfer all my stuff from the old into the new. This took absolutely ages because I had a bit less space than before and I was also worried about going over 32kg. I had to rearrange everything, jettison some things I could afford to leave behind, and take out and carry my copper jug, coat and reversible jacket.
By the time I'd finished that, there was no time to go out to anywhere apart from a restaurant for lunch. I found one right next to St Stephen's Basilica that offered a special two courses and 'syrup' deal. The syrup turned out to be a glass of carbonated drink made from elderflower cordial (there were other flavours available, but I wanted to try the elderflower one the most!). It was delicious! For my first course I chose goulash and for the second I had chicken paprikash - chicken in a lovely paprika-laced creamy sauce with vegetables. It also came with a very strange type of pasta mixed with egg - unusual, but tasty!
Only ten minutes after I arrived back at the hostel my shuttle to the airport arrived. The airport was easy to navigate, but it was quite busy and I didn't get time to look round any of the duty free shops which was a shame. I've very rarely actually bought anything from duty free shops, but I still love looking round them, especially the more nationality-themed sections.
I was carrying my copper jug wrapped up in my coat and reversible jacket; I was afraid that Wizzair might have a problem with it and say it counted as hand luggage (and therefore charge me extra), but nobody said anything. Here we go - my last flight of this long adventure abroad...