Waiting for the shop to open, Del was eager to buy some some quality fanny...
28th July 2007
Budapest, Hungary (euro trip part 8)
Current mood: Crappy
Category: Travel and Places
Arriving at Hungary Mands and I began this part of our travels in the worst possible way, except for the bunking of more trams and buses, that was pretty cool.
It was late by the time we arrived in Budapest and we had to find our hostel, but fear not folks for we had directions given to us by the hostel which meant nothing could possibly go wrong, right? We were staying at this wank of a place called Island Hostel which described itself as having 'a great location'. Apparently it seems it's such a great location that it was a secret and we ended up walking in circles for almost 2 hours to find the sodding thing ��" and that was following the directions mentioned earlier. Great location? No it's bloody not. The directions told us to follow the signs on the ground. What fucking signs? And besides, having signs on the ground are not much use when it's fucking dark. And this was the best one: Walk towards the river the directions tell us. For fucks sake we're on and island, we're surrounded by fucking river! Anyroad with that nightmare over, the next few days here we had lots of things on our agenda, and it was a great feeling when I went to the cash point and withdrew 10 grand. If only I could do this in England eh? We visited the famous Hungarian baths ��" a very risky move on my part as my stomach was beginning to seriously play up, but what's life without risks, even if that means turning the water brown in front of hundreds of people.
it was a decent enough attempt, but Budapests budget couldn't quite compete with Brazil's Jesus the Redeemer...
Jesus moves location after taking up rock climbing as a hobby..
During the run up to Hungary I was becoming all excited at the prospect of meeting my boyhood hero Batman but was left in distraught when the tourist office informed me the Bat Cave was closed for the summer as Bruce Wayne was taking a vacation in the Caribbean whilst Alfred was taking his break at Butlins, respectively.
Though Hungary is nothing if it hasn't got a shed load of other caves to visit so Mands and I travelled to the 1km long Palvolgyi cave over in the Buda side. All dark and eerie, we grouped together for a 50 minute tour and listened with greatest interest to the guide who provided vast information about the cave system, explaining each section thoroughly as we went along. Sure, it was a shame she was speaking in Hungarian but nonetheless she was a very good guide and I recommend it to everyone ��" especially Hungarians. As the days past by my stomach was getting more and more worse and it was whilst visiting the infamous House Of Terror museum I enquired about the loaning of a WWII flamethrower as, quite frankly, the matches I was using for when I was in the khazi were no longer sufficient for the task. The manager declined fearing a Hiroshima 2 on his hands which meant the customers of Burger King and McDonalds had to continue suffering, as if eating their food wasn't punishment enough.
The door security at the Budapest night clubs were a little unconventional...
One of the highlights of Budapest was visiting the Cave chapel, a church built within a network of cave systems.
Think of Batman I mentioned earlier and what his cave would look like if one day he became all holy after finding Jesus and you'll begin to get the idea. It was here that I was sitting on the bench with my hands clasped together and my eyes squeezed tightly shut and to anyone else I was in deep prayer, but to Mands and I we knew my stomach was getting worse and something had to be done. Once we visited the cave chapel we figured we'd go have a beer on a boat to attempt to settle my now very dodgy stomach, and bugger me it only went and worked. Hair of the bog I called it. Unfortunately this scientific breakthrough discovery only turned out to be a temporary measure and the following day I sought sanctuary at a pharmacist as I was beginning to resemble a snail leaving a trail behind me all over Budapest. Lesson here guys is don't eat a traditional Chinese meal cooked by Slovakians in Bratislava. Not unless you want to loose some weight anyway.
EXCLUSIVE: Rebel graffiti artist snapped for the first time...
Finally I was becoming well enough to eat solid food again, in this case a Burger King and fries, and also felt well enough to walk a couple of miles to visit the home of a friend of mine, Ildi, who's currently working somewhere in the USA.
The idea was to hand deliver a postcard and email her a photo of me standing with the parents so when she open her mail she'd pull a 'what the fuck?' expression. But alas, after all my efforts her parents weren't at home. A shame, so I email her photo's of me standing outside her home instead. Once that little adventure was over Mands and I visited yet another network of caves, this one called the Labyrinth, and it featured a load of primitive artwork on its walls, and I swear one of them was signed by Rolf Harris. Let's all agree on this one here, the fella is old enough. Eventually I felt well enough to leave as, with the exception of all the sites we had seen, I had literally been having a shit time in Hungary. Now I had a pockets stuffed with tablets and was ready to make up for lost enthusiasm in Romania and all I had to do to get to Bucharest was get through a massive 14 hour train journey. Christ I've had relationships not last that long, and when the announcement came over the speaker system that our train was to be delayed I had to check I wasn't in fact back in Euston…
Del enjoys the local wildlife. Very friendly he said they were - especially the deer