After perusing the markets and having a bite to eat, we were back on the bus and off to Hungary! We saw the freedom statue erected by the Soviets when they "liberated" Hungary from the Nazis (which isn't so much about freedom as we later discovered) and then visited the Royal Palace on the River Danube - so pretty.
(28/6/15) The following day we walked to the shoe memorial on the edge of the river, which shows "statues" of shoes in the place where Jewish innocents were shot and then fell into the river. It was very sad - some of the shoes were men's, some were women's, and some were children's. We had prepared ourselves for this part of the trip - knowing that Hungary would be a somewhat depressing part of the tour because of their history.
We then walked down to the "House of Terror" - this was a building used not only as Nazi headquarters but also as a prison and place of torture after World War II when the Soviet Union was in power in Hungary. The building is now a type of museum, set up for people to walk through and watch video footage from survivors and see artefacts which remain from that period. It was a very sobering visit, and we spent over two hours there and still didn't get through every single piece of information. Although it was sad, it was an important visit for us to learn about the terrible history of Hungary, and amazing to realise how close Michael's grandparents were to being a part of such a horrible past.
From this museum, we went to have something to eat and try to relax... I had a delicious lentil soup and Michael had traditional paprika chicken with Hungarian dumplings (nokedli). We walked from there to the thermal baths, which was awesome. The inside bath was a bit icky, but the outdoor bath was fabulous - a beautiful 38 degrees. It was very relaxing and calming after a not so cheerful day.
Budapest really was a lovely place to visit; although it is a place drenched in sadness through history, it was still a beautiful place to visit.
Just outside of our hostel there was a market set into an alleyway, which is where we spent the rest of the afternoon until dinnertime. We even found an elderly man, way down the back of the markets, who had a stamp stall. This set a little flutter in our hearts... thinking of you, Les. <3
Michael tried another traditional Hungarian dish for dinner (I think it was some kind of duck?) and I tried a drink called "Hey Honey" which was a cocktail of Hungarian liquor. We bought a traditional dessert, which I can't actually remember the name of, but my best description is that it was a hollow spiral of pastry (about the size that would wind around your arm) and then sprinkled with cinnamon or crushed walnut. After grabbing a couple of souvenirs, to try and finish off our forints, (our magnet collection is steadily growing!!!) we made our way back to the hostel and spent the night chatting with some of our tour group buddies until we all fell asleep.
Our next stop will, unfortunately, not be too cheerful again... but once again, it will be a lesson in history, and, I assume, something we will never forget.
Until then. xo

























































