Ahh Hungary, the favourite part of my trip so far. Budapest anyway. Saying I enjoyed Hungary is like saying I enjoyed my time in Yandhi, Western Australia. But not as hot.
Day 1, Boo-Da-Pesht
So we took the bus to Budapest. It was three hours long and relatively uneventful. There was an awesome rest stop at a restaurant/petrol station hybrid called Marche. We had almost no time to actually eat there though so I will never know the wonderful cuisine that is Petrol Station foods in Europe. Seriously. The stuff in there looked better than most restaurants in Perth.
Wind farms! Never seen these in Australia. We’re too much into guzzling dat fossil fuel.The toilet break there was quite pleasant. We didn’t have the exact change for the toilet entry (I KNOW right? Paying to use the toilet? But in this case its okay because they are actually not the slummed up druggie central that is Perth petrol station toilets. They are actually on par with department store toilets, with automatic sliding doors INSIDE the bathroom area.). The cleaner lady came out, took all our small change and let us through. Very nice of her, but its probably just because she gets to keep the entire change as a tip as opposed to waiting for her violent communist oppressors to hand her currency whenever they feel like it.
So we land in the international bus terminal in Budapest. We ALMOST left our luggage behind. Good thinking on Steph to suddenly shout out our mistake. That would’ve been embarrassing. Plus painful to get out of the country without passports. Who knows, maybe it could’ve turned into an exciting round the world homeless backpacking trip that lasted 6 months or something.
Mmm rundown bus terminalSo anyway the trains here are awesomely crappy. They screech and heave and ho to their stop. Everything is run down and needs maintenance. Its not BAD technology, just really OLD. Very functional… and Soviet. Many archaic buildings with wonderful architecture remains empty and desolate. Ruin pubs are very popular here, pubs that take place in derelict abandoned areas.
Mmm rundown train station. The entire city is basically under construction.So our train screeches to a stop and we have to find our way to the hostel. First of all, there are NO ESCALATORS. Good grief lifting a total of 40kg of luggages up and down stairs is… not easy.
And we ended up on the wrong side of the road. The whole city is currently under construction (due to some subway work) so all the crosswalks are not available. We chanced it and crossed the busy road. Survived! Barely.
Walked into the hostel and its a thing of beauty. It looks like a palace/church hybrid. Completely silent lobby which echoes. Paint stripping off the walls. We get taken to our private hostel ‘room’ and we were pleasantly surprised. The damn thing is like a 3 bedroom apartment. It was more furnished than the apartment I stayed in back home! Washing machine, dishwasher, about 4 beds, tv, sofa, couches, dining table, kitchen. DAMN! And all this for roughly 45EUR per night. So 22.5EUR per person. Amazing eh?
The lobby. Its completely silent in this area and just whispering causes echoes. Feels like a ghost building. Rundown decrepit stairs. Its seen better days but still looks awesome. Door with massive steel bars protecting us from the populace. Pretty safe though, I think the only other people on this floor are two old women locals. A bed upstairs in case I accidentally punch Steph in the face while asleep again and have to move away for her own safety (martial arts reflexes right?) Sofa… which we used for nothing. Sofa… which we used to dry wet laundry. Spare bed which we used to dry wet laundry. A double bed. At least there’s a bed I guess. The… dining room? Massive doors on either side leading to bedrooms. Shower stuck in the corner staring back at me creepily. Gasp washing machine! Wooow a kitchen!The only issue is how everything looks like it was from the soviet era. Old tech everywhere. Lifts that have the old school gates. Rusty buildings, trains with screeching brakes, noisy buzzers. Surprised I didn’t see vacuum tubes or something for clocks.
Quite possibly the worst turkish food I ever ate. WAH! SORCERY! What’s this weird lever thing…? KURTOSKALACS! These things were the best thing here! Tasted amazing. Crunchy exterior, soft interior. So tasty. Ate one every day I was there.Anyway that concludes our first day in Budapest. So far its been pretty overwhelming with the language barrier and the level of old tech compared to Vienna. But still I found it so very interesting and look forward to the next few days.