This moment had left me confused for weeks. That was until I was in the airport leaving to fly back home. Usually I am a very gullible person. When someone is convincingly lying to me just to tease, I tend to believe them. But I thought this time I would be different and not believe everything I heard. I just couldn't believe that it was true.

There we were, in the caves under the city of Budapest with five Swedes, two other Australians, and one American. We all bonded quickly through screaming in the cold and echoing darkness about how the heck we were going to fit through all of those spaces. But it was managed and ended with a group photo, and a cured head cold.

After caving we hung around for a bit, getting to know who exactly these people were and what brought them to Budapest. I believe it is a moment in itself when you're open to the lives of others, the experiences that they've created, and getting to know the memories that they will keep with themselves for the rest of their lives.

About an hour had passed before we started making our way back to the hotel, but we didn't leave before organising to meet up for drinks later that night. So, the Swedes gave us the location of the bar, and Lisa and I continued to head back.

Walking to the bar felt shady. Our google maps had taken us through all the side streets where they seemed considerably empty. The tall grey buildings granted shade to provide some atmosphere for the alleyways that we were taken through. Not even street sounds could be heard; only the sounds of our footsteps. My cousin and I were even debating not meeting up at all. But we showed up, and I'm so glad we did.

We spoke a lot more about the Swedish culture, particularly their drinking culture, which they all seemed to be very proud about.

They sang the bar down the whole night on four meters worth of beer and a few shots of absinthe. The seemingly innocent, folk sounding Swedish chants, once translated were actually a lot more shocking than expected. That day was the Midsummers Eve in Sweden. It's apparently the biggest holiday of the year next to Christmas; of course, these Swedes were celebrating.

Just as the holiday festivities were being explained to us, there was one detail, in particular, I would never forget. On this particular holiday, they erect a maypole in the middle of an open field, in which signifies a penis. "You then dance around the pole like a frog."

They had to explain it a few times to us because we Australians weren't buying it.

This carried on for a few minutes, while still, nobody believed them. That was until they showed us.

They got our friend Zac, one of the Australians we had met earlier while caving, to sit on a chair in the middle of the bar. He was the maypole. They then began this synchronised dance around him, singing and impersonating frogs, just as they had said. I laughed so hard my cheeks were burning. I had absolutely no idea what was going on, but I utterly loved this moment.

So, Lisa and I were at the airport on our way back from our entire trip, and the one thing we could clearly remember was that night in the bar. We figured out from a simple google search that they were right, it was a tradition that was practiced each year. I couldn't believe it. Even when I decide not to be gullible, I'm still wrong. Although I'm so glad I was.