I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. If you have any questions: hemafruu@gmail.com.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Hungry for Hungary

Analog camera does not allow me to do updates on the spot. While the filmrolls were under process, I've done some mad advertisement for Budapest and recommending all my friends to go there. The Hungarian Ministry of Tourism should contact me. Seriously, I should get paid. 

My upcoming vacation is in one week. Theoretical plans to go abroad: n+100; de facto: not happening. 
Let's better wrap up the Hungary post.

The awkward moment when your hostel turned out to be the original Grand Budapest Hotel:


A city without a ferris wheel is like Macgywer without duct tape:


Fred took my hand and dragged me on it. The price cap compared to other city ferris wheels was just enormous (I am looking at you London Eye).  
I, an amusement park junkie, was so scared that I peed my pants twice. I guess here I was trying to find a spot in my bag to puke into:


Meanwhile calm Fred took pictures and didn't let hysterical girlfriend  affect him:


I basically could lie that this is Paris and you wouldn't even spot the difference:


Hungary is an Eastern Block homie with similar history.
Here is the House of Terror, one of the most famous museums dedicated to show the faces of Nazi and communist occupations. Nazi and communist era symbols are forbidden in Hungary and could only be found legally in this house, which used to serve as the Nazi party headquarters and later on was tge communist secret police main hub. Very interesting place, yet horrifying. I just had to grin and bear it.
When we wanted to visit the museum the previous day it was closed, as president of Hungary took his fellow European presidents on a tour. 
(when the sun is shining then a shade saying 'TERROR' reflects on the walls)


Look, how happy I am after the House of Terror. 
BTW the metro is the second oldest in the world after London ('tere' means square):


The contrast between these majestic houses...


...and these old-school trolley-busses:


TV series "A girl is looking for a Turkish husband" - it's just around the corner:


Never mind the historical scenery, but I bought this belt I am wearing at Humana Vintage (!). The price on it was 1000HUF, which I already considered supercheap, yet the cashier wanted only 200HUF. Too little money, cannot convert it, so much fun!:


The Square of Heroes:


Congratulations Mario, princess was in this castle: 


Thank you Habsburgs for making Budapest so pimpin':


"I won't take a picture of you, I'm just capturing these flowers":


Budapest has thermal water pouring out from every crack on the ground. That is the reason it has the biggest outdoor spas in Europe, since warm water is free. In front of the Parliament there are little holes in the pavement, which erect steam after certain time. Marilyn Monroe effect guaranteed:


The ride:


Have you seen so many nils on your money?:


We went loco at the market, especially Fred, who bought three massive packs of asparagus. 
The x-ray pictures of our luggages were pretty weird:


The Danube:


The Danube and I:


Squeeze that hand!:


I was so exhausted from walking up the hill, trying to fake it until I make it:


Surely Hungarians have a nice recipes for making alcoholic beverage out of any random berry.
Although cherries ruled the world there - cherry coke, cherry ice tea, cherry beer, cherry everything: 


Iiiisn't heeee looooovely, iiiiisn't heee beaauuutiful!


He didn't want to live on this planet anymore:


Cooling myself down:


The last glimpse of the giant:


The next day was our last. We packed our things together, 
but couldn't leave without buying one last Hungarian pastry.
 *drumroll* I present to you Kürtőskalács:


Killing time at the Margaret Island. It was +37C degrees and there was never enough sunscreen for me:


Wanted to jump into the fountain:


Me with clothes and adequate water supply:


Me with less clothes and no water supply:


The fountain was a complete surprise for us. 
This took the fountain's decorative effect to another level:


We sat there like an hour and watched Zenélő szökőkút:


I'll just leave this here, so you would get what I am talking about:


We were tempted to trash the airplane tickets  back home and instead buy train tickets to Romania.
Or actually pretty much anywhere, since Hungary is pleasantly in the middle of everything:


Bye, bye our temporary home:


Finnair TV at its best:


The amount of booze and cookies we took with us was TOO DAMN HIGH!:



Probably it shows that it was a very enjoyable trip. The plan turned out really well. 
 Köszönöm, Hungary!



2 comments:

vilja said...

That is one amazing fountain! :D

Wilma Circus said...

hahhaaa, you get me!