Day 151

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Days 151 Budapest… MY 21st COUNTRY
Travelling from Vienna by train (only 3 hrs this time), sees us arrive in Budapest amongst a sea of poor refugees from Syria camped in the train station. These poor folk have left everything to move on and they are stuck at the station in thier hundreds till they get paperwork organised. Thankfully the European Union is working to help them out by getting them processed properly and integrated into a new society… unlike Australia who seem obsessed with making them criminals instead of… Oh I don’t know… refugees and fellow human beings. But i digress…
Since the collapse of Communism, Budapest has experienced something of a renaissance. The grand architecture and boulevards evoke a time gone by, while glamorous stores and glitzy restaurants make this one of the truly great cities of Europe.  It all lookss quite fairytale, especially after dark where you can enjoy the floodlit spectacle… and they do love floodlights here!

After our walking tour we grab a delicious ice cream while wee wait for folks to try and get some washing done… and fail 3 times as all the known laundromats have decided to close down. So they return with thier stinky bags of washing while tour buddy Beckham and I go shopping down the Market Street with tour guide Pete. I find an awesomee leather hand grenade more eye pouch and a secret compartment wooden box. Then we return to meet folks for a quick dinner, andd i inconveniently break my beer bottle after not having it opened by an incredibly unhelpful waitress (i found most service folk here really hate thier job &/or people… such terrible surly folk!) Then we re-meet up with everyone to climb to up Abbey castle for wine tasting. Bec and I are some of the few not doingg that so we wander about for some lovely night photos of the castle and giant eagle statue before heading back across the bridge to see Parliament house, then we are a littlle too tired and do head home.

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