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Some unrelated jottings during a couple if boring conference sessions. I had a sense of unease and frustration from day one at the conference. As english is my first and only language, I can’t morally complain about a failure to comprehend when the presenter has a thick Russian accent at a conference in Hungary. Secondly
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In the morning I walked along the Danube to the wondrous architectural masterpiece, the national Parliament. Imagine my surprise when 4 young soldiers materialised on the steps and proceeded to give a precision demonstration of genuine sabre dancing. Now this is what Marilyn should introduce at her establishment. I made a brief video and if
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I have ticked all the “must see sights” according to the City Walks brochure. Sadly I have missed the Marilyn Night Club which promises “table dancing, lap dancing, strip tease show…. Beautiful Hungarian dancers” and this all for free entry…I asked the young Hungarian man at breakfast if there had been a spelling mistake (lost
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As a consequence of a whole day of trekking around Budapest, it has been clearly driven home to me that I am a senior citizen I am a foreigner in a strange land I am straight with a capital “S”. Now that I have your undivided attention I will write a few thoughts first, then
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Despite being in the European Union, Hungary still insists on using its old currency. It is back to monopoly money and a frustrating insistence on cash rather than plastic pay wave. Psychologically a coffee costing 400 Forint is bloody expensive compared to 1.5 Euro! I won’t go on about the atrocious coffee. Flat whites are
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The Budapest market is located in a marvellous wrought iron and glass structure that is a cross between a palace, a 19th century railway station and a botanical garden glass house. It has the same feel as our own Adelaide Central Market with similar stalls especially food.
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Who is the odd man out? Tony Curtis, Graham Norton and Estee Lauder? Lets analyze this. All three used the same makeup foundation. One passed away two years ago, the other two are alive. Two are Jewish and one is a gentile. Two are circumsized and one is not. Two donated zillions to the Great Synagogue in
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The Budapest international airport , alternative name Franz Liszt Aiport, is rather unique if not quaint. A vast and desolate cracked concrete apron, tall barbwire fences with concrete posts painted in faded red and white stripes, a double storey terminal with a few air bridges, the only indication of 20th century infrastructure not to mention
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A picture is worth a thousand words Hence my basic necessities are quite simple I must have music at the same time – either headphones or a Bluetooth speaker My room in the Zenit Hotel Budapest home for the next week I slept a few hours on arriving then walked the Danube
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Travelling light! It has been suggested that I should unpack the pyjamas How to Bowl a Maiden Over I am not sure what is worse on a long haul flight: The distressed new born infant in the seat behind you or the hyperkinetic group of schoolboys who are representing their school, state or country
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