Day 3 - A Comrade and Scotsman Walk Into a Bar...

And, Lo, they wear the same thing under their skirts. We accidentally got off the train at the wrong station, and the only direction we could figure out was the bus to the sculpture park, so to the sculpture park we went. When a country has been a part of the communist bloc, it is bound to have a collection of giant 'inspirational' statues. When the bloc breaks up, what to do with the statues? Why, build a tourist park of course!

From there, we caught a bus to the city center, found our hostel, and wandered around until we managed, after many adventures in non-English direction giving, to find Julie's hotel. Julie being a friend and Cz's boss from Theatre VA, also the one who will be watching our cats. Thanks Julie!

We had a lovely dinner at a restaurant that had been Morroccan, but was now, in fact, traditional Hungarian. The most unusual dish, potato noodles (like tiny little gnocci) with cottage cheese.

We decided to walk home from dinner, and on the way got a little lost again and wound up passing by the main Mosque, all lit up in the night.

In case you hadn't caught on, Budapest is a spectacularly confusing city! With our trusty map in hand though, we are figuring it out.

OH! and we have bonus stamps in our passport. The train to Budapest went straight down through Slovenia.