I finally arrived in fabled Budapest after years of feeling inspired by its illustrious combinatorics history. The architecture was marvelous, but my picture-taking was not, so you'll have to be content with these meager offerings. I really enjoyed the vibrant street scene; it seemed like a city much more populated and alive than Prague, and there was a great cafe culture, along with easy-to-find
wireless hotspots. Due to our limited time we missed out on many a museum and castle and monument and bathhouse, but my biggest regret was not having my metro ticket inspected à la
Kontroll.
Victor triumphantly crosses the Danube after it had eluded him in Bratislava and Vienna.
A nice waterfall on the Pest side of the river close to a quirky church in a cave.
We managed to find an inexpensive hotel near Heroes' Square in the embassy district. Perks included interesting neighboring lawns and hearing a Billy Idol outdoor concert through our open window.
On the second overpass looking down on the funicular train tracks up to Buda Castle.
The view at the top was well worth the climb.
The daily special at this Italian-Hungarian restaurant was a peach soup that bore a striking resemblance to melted peach ice cream.
The breaded chicken was mediocre and the pork under a mound of sour cream and shredded cheese was overkill, but potatoes - yum!
I know it doesn't look very appetizing from the picture, but this concoction of beef, potatoes, carrots, and spices was the best (and first) goulash I've ever had.
On the last night, I stayed with a Budapest native, Mariann, and her partner, an Australian whose name I forget. They took me around to packed but charming outdoor bars and introduced me to their friends and the summer drink bambus - half cola and half red wine. This is the view from their apartment window.
Cozy living room.
Every floor of their building had lovely balcony plants.
The second goulash, which I walked around all day seeking, was something of a disappointment, but I did get to slurp it right next to St. Stephen's Basilica.
Victor triumphantly crosses the Danube after it had eluded him in Bratislava and Vienna.
A nice waterfall on the Pest side of the river close to a quirky church in a cave.
We managed to find an inexpensive hotel near Heroes' Square in the embassy district. Perks included interesting neighboring lawns and hearing a Billy Idol outdoor concert through our open window.
On the second overpass looking down on the funicular train tracks up to Buda Castle.
The view at the top was well worth the climb.
The daily special at this Italian-Hungarian restaurant was a peach soup that bore a striking resemblance to melted peach ice cream.
The breaded chicken was mediocre and the pork under a mound of sour cream and shredded cheese was overkill, but potatoes - yum!
I know it doesn't look very appetizing from the picture, but this concoction of beef, potatoes, carrots, and spices was the best (and first) goulash I've ever had.
On the last night, I stayed with a Budapest native, Mariann, and her partner, an Australian whose name I forget. They took me around to packed but charming outdoor bars and introduced me to their friends and the summer drink bambus - half cola and half red wine. This is the view from their apartment window.
Cozy living room.
Every floor of their building had lovely balcony plants.
The second goulash, which I walked around all day seeking, was something of a disappointment, but I did get to slurp it right next to St. Stephen's Basilica.
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