Hungaaary?
I suggest that if you are a fan of
you getchow ass to Budapest.
I jest. This was more of a tram & museum & feeling-bitter-that-you're-with-your-parents-on-Valentine's-day (commerical ploy that it is) kind of holiday. With lots of eating and walking and looking at things - like craazy communist statues and a zoo (purely for the reason that I think we had run out of things to do by Friday.) From that it sounds pretty shit but I did enjoy myself really. Especially the 1950s time warp hotel (I saw 5 other guests in 4 days, they also served fried frankfurter for breakfast in the dining room in which still hung faded Christmas decorations), eating 'duck with cabbage pasta' in a retro 1970s school canteen, the 'Frank Zappa Cafe', and buying some vintage dresses and shit off one of only two Hungarian women who did not look at me as if they were about to stab me.
Also the fact that 'Unicum' is the national drink of Hungary. And I have a whole bottle of the 'herbal bitters' to myself. MMMM.
