so today I went on to Pesti. Managed to meet up with some friends today; I was actually very proud of myself for finding their hostel relying solely on my mapreading skills in a rather helter-skelter city. It was such a blast being with them, too.
Exploring the northern half of the city, we crossed the river and then hiked up the forested hill (or MOUNTAIN, as we called it, all being out of shape) to investiage the citadella perched on the top and overlooking the city. A giant statue of St. Gillert rose steadily beside us, and with each graffiti-covered stairwell, teh city grew smaller and smaller, and also more beautiful behidn us. I’m glad to say it was a clear day and we could see quite some distance either way along the river.
The citadella had a WWII bunker exhibit in it that we didn’t feel like paying for, so instead we walked aroudn the outside, peeking into the stalls of vendors. From there, we ambled back down the hil and then across to the most fairy tale castle I have ever seen in my life. Ivy crawled over the dark brick of rounded turrets with black pointed roots. Pine trees lined the cobbled pathways. I checked for Rapunzel, believe you me. It wrapped around on the hill, pressing up against some much more modern architecture where I believe the government buildings are. We found some ruins, but there was no sign telling us what they were ruins OF; Budapest is awful about not marking things.
We stretched on the lawn of the fairy tale castle to catch some sun, then stopped for lunch before coming to yet another palace-type place along the same stretch of land. This one was made entirely of white stone and mosque-like spires. The arched windows let the setting sun filter through (I say setting, but it was 2pm!), casting the unidentified statues orange in the light. The view from the platforms of whatever this building was, of the city, was breathtaking.
Wandered together up and down fashion street before settling into a quaint Italian restaurant for dinner (you can ALWAYS find good cheap Italian food in any European city; Italian food or falafel.) They played elevator-style versions of Michael Jackson, we think because they thought we would enjoy it, being American and all. Then went for drinks in a pub with a flirty waitstaff. Not long after dinner, I split since my hostel was on the far side of the city. Despite being slightly anxious about walking alone through an occasionally shady city, no one even looked at me twice.
I really enjoyed the home atmosphere of my hostel, but I think Forints are a horrible currency, even if $1=173Ft. I love the Hungarian lace and dolls and porcelain but only saw a few people dressed as traditionally as I had expected –you know, with head shawls adn skirts. Overall, though I did have a good time, it seems Budapest has succumbed to globalization and to really get a feel for old-school Hungarian culture, I’ll have to head out of the city. Another time, though!




