Countries

Retro Budapest 1956 and God’s Day Off

Breaking off from going to where folks play and pray on holy days, I’m stepping back to Retro Budapest 1956 and God’s Day Off.

The Hungarian capital is a very different city to the one that existed in the late 50s.

A mere 11 years after the Russian communists ‘saved’ the Hungarians from the Nazi yolk.

Only for the long-suffering Magyars it was out of the frying pan into the fire.

We are standing in Parliament Square looking down steps to a photograph of the 1956 insurrectionists sat on a tank.

The museum is closed for the season and will not reopen again until next month but we will see that tank again.

Step back to Communist time

Tour de force: With Flora, Noami, Sarah, a Hungarian institution et moi

Noami and Flora, named for a Hungarian soap character, are walking us through modern Hungarian history.

On a Get Your Guide Communist History Tour with a House of Terror option (HUF 1,987pp/£45) which we will do the latter separately.

Hungary’s tale we learn is like many in central and eastern Europe.

From Berlin to KarlMarxstadt/Chemnitz to Dresden to Prague to here there are many histories.

Noami educates us in this country which is affording us such hospitality these four days.

On our loveholidays and InterContinental Hotel trip (£1,099) which is two-fifths the size it was before the end of World War I.

And that with the territory lost to other countries Historic Hungary was larger than Italy.

Keeping the faith

The starting shot: The 1956 tank

The bells ring around us from the grandiose St Stephen’s Basilica to remind us that it is Sunday.

And that the citizens of this largely Catholic capital are taking their pews and filling the church.

Their parents and grandparents were not afforded such freedoms.

Or at least not without a harm their status in society and job prospects.

Or worse and particularly for those who led them in worship.

Those priests who refused to bend the knee to the Communist party.

Martyrs to the cause

Brezhnev triple kiss: Arpad Szakasits

And found themselves tortured and imprisoned at Andrassy ut 60, the House of Terror.

Where the fascist Arrow Cross Party did the Nazis’ dirty work and the AVH enforced communist rule.

And where we spend two hours moving through the rooms, exhibitions, audios of personal stories and dungeons and a noose.

It is harrowing but rewarding time spent and bookends a day.

Learning first hand from Noami and Flora about their generation’s journey.

Retro lifestyle

And that of their ancestors at the Retro Museum.

We learn what everyday life was like for those who lived during the communist years between 1945 and 1991.

It is an interactive and fun ride through nearly 50 years of Hungarian life.

Where you can ride a police Brabant, read a state television bulletin and dress like a Hungarian.

Hail to the Chief: With Reagan

As well as peaking into the kitchens and lounges of regular people’s lives.

Noami and Flora may take eager tourists back in time on their tour but they live in real time in 2025 and have homes to go to.

We though track back to Freedom Square and stand along two previous American presidents celebrated in these parts.

Here’s to the heroes

By George: And Bush Snr

Ronald Reagan, who helped bring down the Iron Curtain and George HW Bush, who came here and spoke in front of the Red Star statue.

And follow the line to read the stories and pause at the pictures of the Jews taken from Hungary to the Holocaust.

And we look up to the boarded windows of the US Embassy where Cardinal Jozsef Mindszenty took asylum.

He will be canonised by Rome in the coming years.

It has been an afternoon of time hopping for this traveller.

Of Retro Budapest 1956 and God’s Day Off.

 

 

Countries, Deals, Europe

My Budapest hovercraft is full of eels

The Hungarian phrasebook has been updated since Monty Python days, not that there was ever the call to hear my Budapest hovercraft is full of eels.

Because for the next four days it will be the leisurely drift of pleasure liners out of my InterContinental Hotel window onto the River Danube.

All of which gets you in the mood for a swim and that is why my little mermaid has brought me here.

Only the blue Danube is for cruising and boozing and we will indulge… for research purposes you understand.

Now if the grand old river which winds majestically through the heart of Europe is the Hungarian capital’s artery.

Dip your toe in

Making a splash: The Budapest baths

 

Then the Szechenyi Baths are its beating heart.

With its 15 indoor baths and three outdoor pools, saunas, steam rooms, a rooftop spa greenhouse.

Towering: Budapest architecture

And one we’ll definitely sign up for is the 45-minute beer spa.

But that is for another day.

King of the castle

Bridge of ha’s: A couple of jokers

 

Having come in on the two and a half hour Ryanair red eye from Edinburgh.

On our loveholidays city break we need a reviving shower as we like them in the InterCon.

Atenshun: The changing of the guard

Before crossing the Danube from our Pest base for the Buda Castle.

Not that we’re recovered enough to tackle the heights.

Up, up and away

Souper troupers: The goulash soup

Instead we have that funicular in our sights.

And a goulash soup on the terrace and Magyar beer… we deserve it.

All served by the friendliest Hungarians, none of whom bristle when I say my Budapest hovercraft is full of eels.

We have come to Budapest from Edinburgh with loveholidays and Ryanair staying at the Intercontinental on the Danube.

For four days for £1,099.

 

 

 

 

 

America, Countries, Europe, Ireland, UK

Women’s Day – my own heroines

And by order of the management my heroines are – The Scary One, Daddy’s Little Girl and my Dear Old Mum.

All of whom have been wonderful (and challenging) fellow travellers on life’s unpredictable journey. Never my fault, of course.

Love boat in Amsterdam

Where do I start? I give her one thing to do, remember my dates for our weekend away in Monaghan Monaghan’s country roads.

While we almost ended up by taking the wrong bus from Hamburg, to east Germany rather than Kiel.

Springtime in Bergen

En route to our MSC cruise www.msccruises.co.uk up the Norwegian cruises where we almost missed our ship in Bergen. Moi???

It was always going to be a challenge on the slopes with Topflight www.topflight.ie to Soll Soll Mates.

Hamburgers on the menu

But we stayed out of trouble in Central Portugal, Secret Portugal all down to our perfect host Jose https://www.madomistours.pt.

While we were on the same wavelength this time in Amsterdam Pictures of Amsterdam and George Clooney and Amal’s Amsterdam hotel.

My Queen of Dragons in Belfast

Because the previous time, 23 years earlier, when there was a fork in the cycling route and we ended up going 10kms out of the way.

Then there was the adventure of 13 and a half years in Ireland with The InterCon… what a Ledge! a particular highlight.

Mum Champagne

Get a grip

My first holiday companion… I was in her belly en route to her homestead, Co. Donegal https://visitdonegal.net and we’ve been back countless times.

Latterly when I would take her up from my home in Co. Wicklow.

On one occasion I was tasked to drive her and my Auntie Ronnie who was grieving her husband, my Uncle Tom, up from Dublin… in Ronnie’s automatic sports car!!!

My Mummy… and just as old

Then when I accompanied her to New York https://www.nycvb.com/about/ for my cousin’s wedding… and suddenly I was back to 12 years old again.

While she wimped out of the Red Hot Chill Pipers concert when we were VIPs in my home town of Glasgow https://peoplemakeglasgow.com at the World Pipe Band Championships https://www.theworlds.co.uk.

Daddy’s Little Drinking Girl

Piping hot

Now there are only good memories… from the time in England’s Lake District https://www.golakes.co.uk when she asked me to find a friend for her.

To a family camping trip in Co. Wicklow https://visitwicklow.ie… when she was nine and she swigged from my whisky flask and claimed that she thought it was tea!

With my trekking pal Big Jim Gallaghet

There was no pretence when we attended a cocktail night at the Dylan https://www.dylan.ie

Well, she is her Grannie’s grand-daughter… and don’t even get me started on the other Grandma, the storied Bamba.

*And now I’ve got started I’ll move onto my heroines from my own personal Travels.