Walking through Budapest turns out to be not only very scenic, but often also a lot faster than public transport. True, I can blame that on the small bubble of downtown that we’re moving in most of the time, but it’s a good bubble inside the boundaries of tram 4 and 6.
This evening Senia and I took this tram to get to the next metro station, hopped on M3, missed a stop and walked from Deak Ferenc Ter to our destination: A Jurassic Park movie night. Needless to say, after the first two of the stunning series we were sort of over it and decided to go home, considering there are midterms coming up and all sorts of other excuses. So for our way home, we were quite easy off: night busses leave Astoria every ten minutes or so, and they’d shove us almost to our front door. But we decided to walk, burning off a few of the calories we just planted with peanuts, chips, pizza and whatnot.
Walking through Budapest is great. Although, at night, a little boring. In any case, we passed by a sleeping street person, and I turned my head, noticing something stuck out of the trash bin a bit behind him. It was a leg. A leg in cast, well, without the leg, I hope, but just the cast. I hope. I turned my head further and noticed a figure in the shadow of the corner. I assume, and this is just my interpretation of the situation, that he has something to do with the leg. I was about to say that he did not have a leg. This was also what I thought first. But now it doesn’t make sense to have plaster without a leg. Reel back. Jurassic Park. The leg. Figure in the dark. Creepy.
The rest of the walk was admittedly unspectacular. The homeless guy who lives in front of the supermarket in our street was sleeping where he usually sits and for the rest it was remarkably quiet for a Wednesday night. A leg. Seriously.
(by the way, Mum: we were five people, so there's absolutely nothing to worry about)
This evening Senia and I took this tram to get to the next metro station, hopped on M3, missed a stop and walked from Deak Ferenc Ter to our destination: A Jurassic Park movie night. Needless to say, after the first two of the stunning series we were sort of over it and decided to go home, considering there are midterms coming up and all sorts of other excuses. So for our way home, we were quite easy off: night busses leave Astoria every ten minutes or so, and they’d shove us almost to our front door. But we decided to walk, burning off a few of the calories we just planted with peanuts, chips, pizza and whatnot.
Walking through Budapest is great. Although, at night, a little boring. In any case, we passed by a sleeping street person, and I turned my head, noticing something stuck out of the trash bin a bit behind him. It was a leg. A leg in cast, well, without the leg, I hope, but just the cast. I hope. I turned my head further and noticed a figure in the shadow of the corner. I assume, and this is just my interpretation of the situation, that he has something to do with the leg. I was about to say that he did not have a leg. This was also what I thought first. But now it doesn’t make sense to have plaster without a leg. Reel back. Jurassic Park. The leg. Figure in the dark. Creepy.
The rest of the walk was admittedly unspectacular. The homeless guy who lives in front of the supermarket in our street was sleeping where he usually sits and for the rest it was remarkably quiet for a Wednesday night. A leg. Seriously.
(by the way, Mum: we were five people, so there's absolutely nothing to worry about)
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