Hotel Benta
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The Good, The Bad & The Ugly
... experience walking through the hospital with our kooky guide and imagining how it must've been when it was in use. Another reminder that for all the bad people, there are always good people too. Back to he hostel and spending some time trying to catch up with this blog. Turns out my decision to do a blog for each day of the trip was probably not the best idea I've ever had, but with so much to see and do, I don't know how I'd condense it into a weekly update. Think I'll stick with it for ...
I already know this will be crazy
Managed to get up quite early after the previous night, get my stuff together and head downstairs for breakfast. Said goodbye once again to the girls, and said I'll come to Gent in Belgium, so we can party more. Walked over to the train station, found my platform, and boarded my train that I would spend the next seven hours on. This seven hours consisted of writing blog entries to be ...
You gotta love this city, love this city
... of the Hungarian lands, effectively shrinking the size of the country by two thirds, leaving one third of the ten million Hungarians, outside the new boarders. The lost lands went to neighbouring countries such as Slovakia and Transylvania. It was because of this loss, that the Hungarian government at the time backed Hitler in World War II as he had promised to return the lands back to the Hungarian people. We all know what happened in World War II and who won, but before ...
Buda + Pest = Budapest
... always be a mountain girl.
The coolest building in Budapest is probably the parliament building. It's rather extravagant and very visible from the hill on Buda. The view over the river is lovely. Oh the river-- the boat tour we took was probably the best part of the trip. My night we perused down the river on a slow-moving tour boat and looked at a city that was made for night boat tours. Everything was lit ...
A Day of Walking......After a Night of Palinca...
When I awoke the next morning, I stumbled to the bathroom for Tylenol. My head was aching and I didn't feel very good. My mind slowly pieced together what had happened the night before...I had been alone after saying good-bye to Istvan and had done some writing...and poured a glass of Palinca...
Because I had been unsure of how much time I would be spending with Istvan and whether we would be eating, I had not had any lunch on my walk to Aquincum. ...