I woke up to a conductor banging on my sleeper cabin door. And half-awake walked into this little communist treasure.
"No, its not Buddah as in the fat jolly man [Santa?]; its Buda as in the ancient city." -Tour guide
Thanks that clears everything up.
Thanks that clears everything up.
Heroes monument. When I didn't recognize a single name on the monument, I knew I was in trouble. Thanks Hopkinton High School.
Hermes (Not naked statue)! This is for all the Track Stars reading.
Thermal Baths!!!
I told the girl if she dropped my camera in the water, I'd slit her throat. Luckily she didn't drop it, or she'd have found out I wasn't kidding.
Broadway in Budapest?
I think this idea is a train wreck waiting to happen. How can you possibly fit Hungarian words to a melody written for English.
Food!
Hungary apparently doesn't have fire codes. This bar (The For Sale Pub) is made almost entirely of wood. On the inside, they have promoted customers to leave little slips of paper tacked to the walls. So logically, with all this flammable stuff around, they chose to light the place with candles.
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