While my crazy Roma neighbour is singing out in his soprano voice to the equally loud polka music, I shall attempt to blog a little about my week and pack for my trip to Vienna tomorrow. It is easter weekend, so a couple of friends and I are making use of the long weekend to take a trip. Vienna is just a 3 hour train ride from Budapest, and it is my first time out of the country since I've arrived, so I am rather excited about it :)
At the entrance to the island... try and make out the hordes of people behind me... there were so many people at the island that day...

Trying to find a spot...

Talking about crazy, I had a really crazy morning today. I was scheduled to teach a class as a substitute teacher this morning. The office was located in this area of the city which I have yet to explore, and so I just relied on the teacher's instructions to get there. So, I got to the square early enough. Found the opposite bus stop of the bus that I was supposed to take. However, when I crossed the road to the other bus stop, I found that my bus that is supposed to head in the direction I wanted was NOT located at the bus stop. So, it was very strange for me. I crossed the road like three times trying to figure out why the same bus travelling in the opposite direction was at that bus stop, but its counterpart could not be found at the bus stop across the road? So as the minutes ticked by, I ran into 3 cafes and frantically tried to communicate with the Hungarians that I was looking for the bus... Everytime, I got told that I could find it across the road... so in the end, I was just aimlessly walking around, getting freaked out and panicky. In the end, I went to other place in the city to take the bus, which was basically where the bus route started. I was half an hour late for class, hopelessly apologetic and sweaty. Basically, I was singing the fuck song that morning. I was so glad when the lesson was over, and I got to run away. The students didn't look too fussed about it... but I still felt bad about it...
I went to the infamous 4 tiger market today with Dan. It is supposed to be this huge chinese wholesale market. But when I went there, I didn't really see many chinese and hardly any foodstalls. Alot of it was just stalls and stalls of cheap bags/clothes/accessories... only occasionally did I see a food stall, and it was some hungarian gyros, not chinese food. So it was quite disappointing. I was kind of glad Dan was with me, coz the market was a little intimidating. As I walked, I could hear all sorts of Asian languages, Thai/Vietnames/Northern chinese dialect. Some of the stalls are even run by hungarians, and its really scary to see them haggling with customers. It's very aggressive. Before going, I heard many stories about how the markets used to be controlled by the mafia... and maybe I'm paranoid, but when I was walking, I noticed a lot of card games going on among the males and I always felt that I was being eyed by people. Needless to say, I kept my bag firmly in front of me all the time. I doubt that I'll ever go back... somehow... if I do need clothes, I rather buy them in a place where I can feel safe and under no pressure...
I guess Spring is officially here, and it has been delightfully warm in the day time. Nights are still rather cool. So it always happens that I wear my jacket out to work early in the morning (6am) but after class, I don't need it anymore right until the sun sets. Last weekend, I went to Margaret Island with some friends to relax. Margaret Island is an island between Buda and Pest, and its filled with grassy areas where the locals love to go and sunbathe/have picnics/make-out/engage in very very public display of affection (just literally short of having sex). I totally kid you not. When I read the guidebook, apparently there were some historical buildings to be seen, but to tell you the truth... sometimes it is hard being a local and a tourist at the same time. All my other colleagues were just mainly interested in enjoying the sun... and me too... and insisting on hiking around the island to see the buildings would have probably been an anti climatic move.
At the entrance to the island... try and make out the hordes of people behind me... there were so many people at the island that day...
Trying to find a spot...
"Guys are always fond of a fun loving blonde" I wonder if this lady actually understood what was written on the back of her blouse

Wierd statue in the middle of the island. Suggestions for it have included... vagina... fountain pen tip...

Wierd statue in the middle of the island. Suggestions for it have included... vagina... fountain pen tip...
Many hungarians seem to keep pets (mainly dogs), and they like to let them run free... so just one of the many dogs that smelled our fries that afternoon.


Drinks at Octogon afterwards