Home at last.
To my dear boyfriend and asthmatic cat (who has just sneezed on Masheka in this picture).
Lufthansa "meal"
I had this idea that it would be funny to eat a frankfurter in the Frankfurt airport...
I was so wrong.
The Socialist Party must have thought long and hard to come up with their slogan...
It ("igen") means "yes."
Ice Age 2 at a Hungarian bus stop.
The Metro blue line.
Blue blue blue.
Márta on the Metro.
Metro Metro Metro.
The Radio Inn Apartment Hotel.
These beds were so tiny my feet stuck out the end. And I'm 5'6".
Tupac on Hungarian MTV.
Hotel courtyard.
More courtyard action.
Yes, it is an exciting courtyard.
Pretty.
Me and Márta and the courtyard.
It's our first day here, so even a courtyard seems photo-worthy.
The cars in Budapest are all super-tiny
And often bright green. This is out front of our hotel in the diplomatic quarter.
Diplomatic quarter.
Márta is wearing her "I'm so tough diplomats don't mess with me" face.
The Socialist party has poor Photoshop skills.
They totally wiped off this guy's lips and eyebrows.
Andrassy Út
Called by some the Champs Elysée (sp?) of Budapest.
Hungarians are a clean people.
Curb your diplomatic dog.
Actually, it's a sign in the diplomatic quarter saying something like "Even quality snooty dogs from around here have to poop, too."
Phone booths. Everywhere.
Gaze upon this endangered species while ye can.
The Terror Propaganda museum.
A stylish and artistic installation space designed by the center-right party to discredit the center-left socialists and paint them as "terrorists". The point of this nuance-free museum is to equate Nazism and communism and all other forms of "terror", Dubya would approve.
Fine Hungarian dining.
Oh, wait...
The Oktagon.
A main square/crossing, adorned with Snickers.
In the U.S. we have the KFC/Nathans/Dunkin Donuts combo...
... in Budapest they have the KFC/striptease bar combo.
No comment.
The Jewish district.
And another little green car.
The artists' dining club thing.
Also in the Jewish district.