The only thing that struck me as somewhat odd, and then only after I’d completed the trip and was on a bus to downtown, was the fact I only had my passport viewed and stamped once: when making the connection in Frankfurt. Though I’m in Hungary, I don’t have á Hungary stamp. Minor dang.
I just waltzed off the plane and out of the airport once I landed in Budapest. Odd, but totally acceptable.
After waltzing out of the airport, I found a kiosk and bought a bus pass good for a month. Slid on over to the bus I needed – 100E – proudly displayed my new pass, and was promptly told it wasn’t good for the airport shuttle. Another minor dang.
Trooped back to the kiosk, found the proper button and paid the 900 HUF ($3) and got a second pass, and missed the bus.
No worries, though, another came along in a few short minutes. Off I went.
They split, and Spencer and I went on a walk to the river and to a place for a beer. We hit One Beer Söröző (onebeer.hu). Very tasty stout for me and a lager for the weenie boy.
We arranged to meet up with three of Spencer’s school friends for cheap food and more beer. I have raised my son well. They knew of a sandwich and soup place (Bors Gasztrobar) that was good, tasty and Star Wars-themed. Sign me up!
Afterwards we hit the yuuuge, world-renowned Szimpla Kert pub for, yes, another beer. I want to come back when I’m not jet-lagged and exhausted and look around. It reminded me of Washington’s in Ft. Collins, CO, on a much grander scale.