Chess playing Hagars
There were lots of viking looking men here!!!
I always knew I had it in me, and have had plenty of oppurtunity to practise on our travels (Hyde Park, Mirabell Gardens, Schonnbrunn Palace...), but in Budapest I have perfected the art of sitting and watching the world go by. Often I have a book with me, other times, its just my I-pod, but there is never a shortage of people to watch.
I sat in a Square, and some Budapestian locals, maybe on their lunch break, dressed in dark suits (one crushed velvet!), sunnies on, ties slung over their shoulders stroll into the square with half a dozen long necks (obviously containing Hungary's finest) and two big bags of chips. They flip the top off their bottles and perform a strange 'cheersing' ceremony, the bottles are clinked multiple times from top to bottom,slowly at first then faster, a melodic prelude to the swilling that ensues. The boys then loll about shouting comments to passing girls... laughing among themsleves, throwing chips to the pigeons and generally being very very cool. Thankfully they leave observing tourists alone!
On Margit Island Cherida and I both sat next to the fountain and watched a young couple toying with the bursts
You know Who....
This is actually THE Anonymous.. but i think it looks like Voldemort from Haary Potter- its good luck if you touch his pen.
of water shooting regularly, but not predictably towards the edge of the fountain. They were of course being terribly brave... just edging into the water.... wanting to get wet but not wanting to get wet.....and finding the whole thing terribly hilarious....and of course (much to our disgust) they managed to avoid the water.
I also lay in a wooded grassy glade on Margit Island... only to be hassled by a bum looking for money..... so I moved a little and lay again singing my new favourite Snow Patrol song (Set the Fire to the third bar- good one hey Bek!) at the top of my lungs... the sun played n the leaves of the trees...splaying shimmering light frollicking across the azure sky..........
We both floated in delight at the Szechyni Baths... the water was a warm 38 degrees, the air was cool enough to refresh us and the surroundings were opulent and magnificent. We ogled at the man mountain we nicknamed Hagar... wondered at the amount of hot women with totally average men.... and soaked our little fingertips wrinkled.
We lay on a grassy knoll in Santendre.. a short train ride from Budapest and watched teen
locals kicking the soccer ball to each other... flirting with it getting too close to the Danube so one of them would have to take off their shoes and go in after it. I counted the church steeples nestled into the rolling green hills... straight out of a postcard, just how they are supposed to look in a quaint little village in Hungary.. and totally uncapturable on camera.
I plan to continue my education in just sitting... stay tuned
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