Budapest
August 12th - 3:24pm
After a ridiculous train ride starting before 5am with a horde of drunken, bongo drum-playing French teenagers making a ruckus on my platform and shortly thereafter, right next to my seat (blocking the bathroom, which didn't work anyway), I made it to Budapest with an address in hand. Of the Marriott. My traveling buddies David and Mariah had, in a move beyond graciousness, arranged for a bed in their room overlooking the Danube river and more castles and palaces than you'd know what to do with.We set out for a walk along the river, on the Buda side. This gate is anthropomorphic, but like the Young Girl-Old Woman illusion, the form it takes is in the eye of the beholder. (I think they're adorable.)