Budapest has an easy claim
to being one of the most beautiful cities in Europe. But, for a Canadian boy
like myself, its beauty is tempered with the little peculiarities that come
with leaving in a faraway land.
Bread with f***ing stickers
The biggest that leaps to
my mind is sticker on the bread. Yes, it tells you the date it was made, but it’s
a sticker on my freakin’ bread.
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| Ugh, bread stickers. |
Bus Drivers driving with two feet
When I discovered a
quicker bus route to the office from my home, I quickly made it a daily habit. Unlike
the subway, I can look out the window. The caveat? Almost every bus driver in Budapest
drives with both feet. The bus jerks to a sudden stop at every streetlight. If
you’re not holding on you end up bumping into fellow passengers who are more accustomed
to the herky-jerky nuances of the Budapest bus ride.
ROADY BEERS!!!
For the most part, Budapest
has no open container laws, meaning that you can have a beer in the park with
friends or take a roady beer for a walk. This isn’t exclusively Hungarian, but
it is nice to live in a place where people are trusted to be responsible with
their alcohol consumption.
No dryers. Small fridges.
Electricity is more
expensive here. So, people have adjusted accordingly. You get used to a small
fridge that North Americans would scoff at and label a beer fridge. You
end up buying only the groceries that you need. Dryers are few and fair between, meaning I’ve had to learn to
iron. Ironing sucks.
People selling belts, iPhones, and onions
The first time I stepped
into Szell Kalman I was kind of overwhelmed by the peddlers and their wares. I haven't made a purchase, but I know where to go for a belt or a set of ceramic knives in a pinch.
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| My first time in Szell Kalman ter |
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