Our final day in Hungary started with disaster, we headed out to the tourist information recommended water park, and it was catering for a slightly younger target audience, despite the trek, we made a decision to bail and go to the one we had originally had in mind. Once back in town we decided to hit the “house of terror” first.
This is a museum dedicated to the persecution, torture and execution of Hungarians under the Nazi and Soviet regimes from 1944-1945 then 1945-1989. The exhibit was interesting; however by the end we agreed that the histories of the entire eastern bloc were much of muchness in the 20th century.
Mick wasn’t feeling his best so he didn’t join us for the second water park. We knew this was a trek out of town, but we weren’t sure how much of one. Needless to say, we were in for an experience. We got the metro to the end of the line, switched to another train and started getting that a mammoth 14 stops. However it didn’t really stop at stations, in fact to quote Colman “this isn’t a stop, it’s just a place where the doors open”.
But eventually we reached the infamous “stop 14” where we dismounted onto a deserted “platform” in the middle of fooking nowhere. We then rang our taxi number and he arrived, explained it was a fixed rate to the park and took off on the world’s smallest paved road which went through various floods and over a mountain. It was looking bleak until there stretching out in front of us... was not the water park, but the huge Hungaroring formula one circuit, where just the week before Filipe Massa had been involved in a 125 mph crash.
My day was made, but the water park was icing on an already far too sweet cake. Rain earlier meant the place was empty, but the weather had improved. Over 1 mile of slides, and needless to say, we hit every one, and a lot more than once. Perfect.
We headed back to Budapest and started packing for our 4am get up.
No comments:
Post a Comment