By now I’m sure you’ve figured out that some of our best adventures (not most lively, mind you, just memorable and fun) are had when we just wander when and where we want, and see what we come across. There are always a few photos in each city of random churches, memorials, and fun things we do along the way. This entire post is devoted to those adventures! (And, since it can be tough to sort out what everything is after the fact, only some of these churches and memorials are labelled — if you know what something is, and I’ve clearly forgotten, please leave me a comment below!)
So… in an earlier post we referenced we might check out the communist walking tour as well. Well, we showed up for it, and I guess the guy who was leading it was training, and although he was a very knowledgeable historian, his delivery… well… It’s the only walking tour we started and then ducked out of early. In fact, this is the most memorable part of the walking tour:
Yes, it’s true… these buffoons performing on the other side of the square caught our attention instead of our poor paid-on-commission tour guide…
So we decided to wander a little more instead, and ended up renting bikes!
It turned out to be a fun idea, because we made it further afield than we would have by walking.
After admiring, admittedly from a distance, these magnificent pieces of art, we headed towards the Varosliget City Park, where there are a bunch of interesting things to see:
By this time we were starting to think of enjoying the Hungarian baths… We didn’t get any photos of those, either of the Széchenyi Baths — which are in the Varosliget City Park, and are apparently one of the largest, and the hottest thermal baths in Europe — even though we definitely biked as close as we could get to take a look, or the bath we actually bathed at (which name I can’t remember, though I do recall leaving nice and relaxed!). As we had waited until the end of the day, we figured we’d choose a less expensive bath if we were only going to stay a little while.
What we did get photos of, however, is one of Earl’s favourite/most memorable moments of our entire trip: