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The Danube and Estergom |
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Sunday
30 September
Timing
everything to perfection, we got onto the number 2 tram, and made
it to the ferry terminal with one minute to spare. They waited
while we grabbed our tickets to Esztergom (about AU$10). It was
definitely the slow boat to Esztergom, but a really nice, laid
back local trip up The Danube. It was a comfy ride on a old government
barge, with all the trappings.
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a bar, great food, fantastic views of all the sights of Budapest,
followed by the beautiful scenery of the river. With the hydrofoils
whizzing by, the trip took five and a half hours, and it was a really
nice way to while away the hours, sitting out on the deck in the
weak autumn sunshine. It was cold at first, but by 1000 became warm
enough to take the cardi off. Amazing, all those hours in the sun
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It
was a lovely scene; a young canoodling couple, a young group of
two couples and their kids, grandparents with grandchildren, a big
range all chatting with each other at the little white wrought iron
tables, and having a Sunday family visit to the Danube Bend region.
Very few got on or off at the whistle stops. |
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Approaching
Visegrad |
Visegrad
castle and fort |
Fort
and wall, port side |
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Island
in the Danube |
A
couple of viewers |
Approaching
Estergom Basilica |
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Esztergom
is unbelievably pretty, compared to Budapest. I think I liked it even
more than Sopron. |
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There is a
feeling of care and pride here. We have bought our bathers because
we know there are thermal baths. We pay to go in, get changed,
and then realize that the internal baths are in the process of
filling. We try the outside pool. It is certainly not the advertised
26 degrees. It’s not too bad. We last about ten minutes,
then sneak into the sauna (which we hadn’t paid for) to
warm up for a couple of minutes.
A
pillar of society
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Esztergom
is dominated by a huge Basilica, built on the site of an earlier
something by an Archbishop in the 19th century. These archbishops
had amazing building skills!!
Its
dome is seventy two metres high. It is a huge, fat building. I reckon
the archbishop had huge thighs!
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It
has, behind the altar, the largest canvas in the world (left).
The river here has a bridge over to Slovakia. It was bombed out
in the second world war, but wasn’t rebuilt until after the
Russians left. Now the need for that level of control had gone,
the bridge was rebuilt and finally opened only in 2001.
We could have walked across the pedestrian path to the side, or
driven over if we had a vehicle! The other side doesn’t look
from the distance as if it’s been cleaned up as much yet.
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We
walked around beautiful pastel painted baroque buildings, cute cobblestone
streets, the colours of Autumn changing, and the atmosphere of a weekend
holiday town. |
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We
found lunch in a restaurant, wandered across the square and out
of town to the railway station, returning to Budapest by train,
because it
was quicker than returning by ferry. The train
returned via a different route through the hills. The one and a
half hour trip stopped at all the towns and villages, giving us
a good look from the train. Tickets cost 900 fl (about AU$6.00).
A lot of people in the countryside are doing just what a lot of
us do in the countryside, growing fruit and veg down long thin backyards,
which back onto the railway line. Some also have lots of grape vines.
I wonder why???
Instead of cooking, we bought a take away vegetarian pizza. It was
unbelievably bad. No tomato or tomato paste, and not even paradiscum
(paprika). The cheese tasted like soap. I added chutney. |
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We’re
packed and ready to get the train to Becs/Wien tomorrow, but suddenly
feel a little sad about leaving Hungary already. There’s still so
much to see here. I think it’s likely we’ll come back again.
We need an earlyish night tonight, and are still doing mental battle with
the TV noise through the wall, so here’s hoping they turn the bloody
thing off tonight. A while later, Bruce finally bashes the wall with the
side of his fist, and silence descends. |
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