Consider this the summary of my last days in Hungary. I’m aboard the train to Bratislava, chuffed that my planning ran like clockwork and I have a cabin all to myself. Through the window the scenery is reminiscent of an old beer, flat and a yellowish colour due to the season. I could easily imagine how postcard worthy it would become after the spring rain and a dose of sun shining brighter than a child prodigy.
The two constants over these last couple of days have been markets and food.
Sure, I appreciate the portions being served out but trying to navigate through the crowd with molten lava in a thin plastic bowl isn’t the easiest thing I have done. The skin on your hands grows back fairly quickly doesn’t it?
The dessert portion had been pared down to one single item, a handmade doughnut. Who was going to say no to one of these? Fried before your eyes and finished with a dob of jam and icing sugar.
Whilst trodding around I saw this street performer with balls (literally). When the traffic came to a halt at one of Hungary’s busiest intersection he would run out and perform 6 ball juggling in an attempt to extract money from the drivers. I have been attempting to master that juggling trick for years with no success and he’s more stylishly dressed than me. I hate him. Gone are the days of the toothless windscreen cleaner, the ante has been upped.
Over at the Buda side of the Danube I came across this historical statute, unfortunately it had copped a fair pasting by the local pigeons who I must admit seemed pleased with themselves if their head bobbing and strutting was any indication. Everyone has the right to be happy with one’s efforts but I draw the line when they are celebrating to this extent. For the ring leader they laid out the red carpet.
A chocolate-coconut brownie from London Coffee Society. The brownie was only brownie on the outside and had cheese curd and coconut on the inside with the odd nugget of choc chip. Whilst it was really tasty the coffee was filtered sewerage. This place is always popular so I am searching as to why? Maybe there is an orgy den out the back?