AGE Budapest Youth Centre
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The day starts badly, my prepared food was stolen and so I am left with 1 banana when I get up in the very early morning to catch the train to Budapest.
Again, the train is full and I am curious to see how Budapest will be. When I arrive I take off some money from the cash mashine and then walk to the tourist office to receive a map and to buy a ticket for 48 hours for public transport and some museums.
I decide ...
... cafe to have a drink at. After burning some time it was 5 and we headed back to check in. The owner was so nice and check in was a breeze. We were shown up to our room and were blown away. It was this beautiful room in an attic. Big wooden beams, white plaster and huge windows. It was quite small but luxurious. The bathroom was all modern with the biggest shower head ever! We hung out in our room and freshened up then headed back ...
... have the names of their Olympic winners since 1912? on display. We made our way to city centre, a mall, it was huge! Rather then have pedestrians cross the roads, Budapest has built bridges to go over the roads or tunnels that go under. In these under tunnels they have bathrooms and shops, including a BK. The mall was too big for us to we grabbed BK in the tunnel. ...
... a very extensive practice area with lots of bunkers and greens to practice on. The views from the course look out over Lake Balaton, what a wonderful place to play golf. There are only a handful of golf course in Hungary as they were all closed and destroyed during the Communist Era.
We returned to the house for a meal and enjoyed a traditional Hungarian dinner of Goulash, Lemon Chicken with Cous Cous and a dessert of ...
... shorts, tea shirt and thongs
(thats thongs on the feet). There was no applauding individual arias
but that might be just for Wagner as there are no real arias, the
plot just keeps developing and one is encouraged to just shut up and
quietly revel in the genius of Herr Wagner, Until the end. The final
applause was deafening and prolonged. We were up in the balconies
and I suspect that here, as in Italy, the balcony denizens ...