Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me …
I took three of the fries and munched on them purposefully – food for sustenance only, not for enjoyment … Looking around, I see girls with their iron-straightened hair wearing shorts and summer tops. The music playing is the same as in any McDonald’s outlets anywhere.
Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me … Don’t cha?
I quickly finished my Maccas and slurped my Lipton Ice Tea and headed straight out the door. As you know, I wasn’t having a meal in Rundle Mall, Adelaide but in a McDonald’s near Váci Utca, Budapest. The diners looked similar to those in any western countries – teenagers and tourists. I suppose it was pretty low of me being in the goulash city and having Maccas for dinner. I suppose after the drama earlier today, I don’t want to end up being ripped off in a tourist restaurant, eating half decent food and paying the world for it. Goulash and other Hungarian food can wait until tomorrow.
After I typed the last blog entry, I had a walk again down Váci Utca – a lot of my friends would avoid shopping streets, but my Asian heritage actually made me interested in walking in crowded shopping streets and seeing what’s on offer. After my Maccas dinner, I also stopped at a gelati store and got myself a scoop of Rum and Raisin ice cream – just to top off a low-key dinner. Hehe. As the sun went down, more dodgy looking characters walked along Váci Utca, trying to lure lonely tourists to enter one of the clubs dotting the area. That spoken, there were also street performers who persisted until the evening with their charming violin performance.
Having explored Budapest earlier and this evening, I have a better idea of the city. So far, so good, I like the city – it’s like somebody who tries to maintain a tough façade but with many cracks appearing to show the real warm heart. It’s a city undergoing transformation – it seriously doesn’t feel like a city that used to be in the communist block. It feels like a western European city with crumbling old buildings and a lot of traffic and road excavation. The brands that you know in the western world are also here in Budapest. It does have a different smell in the air – I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the spices wafting from numerous restaurants or kitchens, or just the smell of the Danube River. It’s not unpleasant but it adds to the character of the city.
I haven’t bought any souvenirs so far, but soon I will – once I fix the passport saga. I intend to enjoy my stay here and be positive about the whole experience. Tomorrow, as well as getting an emergency passport, I plan to explore other areas of Budapest!