But the trip back was indeed hardly not made sober. 2 hours before the bus left I was still on a street perpendicular to Piotrovska avenue in Wooooooodj, drinking white vodka straight off the bottle with 3 Poles and a Slovenian girl (who spoke perfect French and wanted to "get to know me better", but I was resilient and chose my bus over getting to know her better). I barely had enough time to get a taxi back to my friend's house, take a shower, and race to the bus station.