Back from Hungary! It was a short but thoroughly enjoyable trip. Weather was amazing, and, though things were (as usual) not as clean or as modern as they are in Sweden, the cities were absolutely BEAUTIFUL.
We spoiled ourselves silly on this short trip, treating ourselves to a little luxury and a lot of relaxation. This was really nice, and i liked the price-tag that evoked memories of the Bratislava-phase of Eurotrip, but there were many jarring and discomfiting reminders of the real cost of the good life and the advantages we tourists avail ourselves to when on holiday.
It wasn't just the elderly homeless people. There was an over-abundance of massage-parlors and freelance masseuses that offered all sorts of exotic therapies to "discerning gentlemen" as well as to adventurous couples. I got the distinct impression this sort of thing was viewed as icky even there, but the ads still popped up in the most unexpectedly "clean" settings so I dunno.
There was a touch of the absurd overlying the ick, in that a parlor would describe in lurid detail the erotic features of some treatments and then state that they absolutely did not offer any kind of "sexual favors". I can only assume they meant that the blowjob was not a FAVOR.
Exciting though the idea of tantric couples massage may be, we stuck to the straight and narrow path. I had my first professional massage (never been comfortable with it before) and now understand why the missus loves it so much. We learned a few useful tricks that we'd never thought of before.
On our second day, we went to Szechenyi, one of Budapest's thermal baths. It was a little confusing but REALLY relaxing. Sweden doesn't have thermal baths (that i know of) so my envy and regret was great that day. It would be fun to learn a little more about the history and cultural influence of these baths
I'd neglected to notify the concierge team in advance about the restaurants we'd hoped to check out, so we couldn't get any tables at our top picks. Instead we found some excellent but less busy restaurants that featured Hungarian cuisine. The dishes were elegant and perfectly executed interpretations of essentially "simple" traditional dishes. The local wines were delicious and didn't break the bank
The service was impeccable and the staff very friendly. I have to admit I enjoyed the restaurants far more here than I did in Paris (or, for that matter, in Sweden). The flavors of Hungarian cuisine worked for both me and the ginger.
On our third day, we went to the university town of Szeged to attend a wedding. We traveled the by train, which was a simple, cheap, relaxing and fairly painless experience with the occasional flash of confused terror. We were fined on a tram due to a misunderstanding (I'd intended to take a cab but was persuaded, despite my misgivings, to take the tram by someone who unfortunately didn't remember Hungary very well).
Guys, the wedding was so beautiful :') the hotel was nowhere near as polished as our previous, but it was SPECTACULAR. One of very many remnants of a wealthy past l suppose? Anyway, it was gorgeous and fun and though we were tired and had to get up at six the next day we made sure to let loose just a little
We were swept up in the best conga-line ever and resolved to learn how to dance "properly".
We came back to sthlm today and the trip back put me in a bit of a foul mood. Everything was fine and we were exceptionally early to the airport, had checked in online and had our digital boarding passes ready but the lady at the security checkpoint said we couldn't use those and had to queue to get a printed boarding pass. Unlike pretty much every other airport in the world, the Norwegian Airlines check-in station featured four desks each with its own queue. We picked the wrong one, with the slowest guy ever. When we finally got back to the security checkpoint they brusquely said we had to go to another terminal because this one was "full". Wth? I dunno, but I wasn't impressed.
On our way back we overheard a conversation between two teenaged guys that was simultaneously hilarious and terrifying and then w got home, ate mum's delicious food and collapsed
leaving for Umeå again tomorrow and we'll see if we can visit dad before then. So that was our trip, and here are some pics for your viewing pleasure!