Down one travel buddy, up one giant backpack

So apparently I am in Budapest. Alone. With Karen's bag. And a hacking cough that is actually working out quite nicely because if sketchy peoplé try to approach me, I just hurl Karen's bag at them and cough in their face. I'm enough to scare anyone right now. My jacket is rancid. I dropped it on the floor in one of the beer tents last night and a drunk guy smashed his beer over it. If I weren't so tragic, it would all be funny. Actually i do think it's prettz funny. So we got separated at Oktoberfest last night. I caught a cab and had our key to the luggage lockers, so I grabbed all our stuff and caught the train. I was hoping she had caught it too, but now I have a feeling she's still in Munich. OH, BUT THERE'S MORE!!! There was a bomb threat at the train station here this morning so all the trains are screwy and no one speaks english and they're all rather grumpy. All that I know I learned from some random Australians that are stranded here, too. Well, it's an experience, right?