Impromptu Trip

On Sunday evening, we decided to go to Budapest the next day.  We left on the 6:50 a.m. train, and returned to Vienna the same day on the 6:10 p.m. train.  We did a whirlwind tour of the city.  We started at St. Stephan’s Bascillica, where we saw the hand (or at least a case containing the hand) of St. Stephan. 

Then,  we went to see the Terror museum.  On the train, we realized that the museum is closed on Mondays.  But, to our surprise it was open that Monday (perhaps because it was a holiday week?)  But, we took a tour of the Terror Museum.    It was worth 6 hours on the train (3 there, 3 return) just to see that museum.  The tour ends in the basement, where you see actual cells that held people.  The people’s pictures are posted on the wall of the cells that they once stayed in.   There was a standing cell and a croutching cell, where the prisoners were forced to stand or to crouch.  There was also a water cell, where the floor was a couple inches deep in water.  It was rather devastating to see the conditions.  On the elevator ride down to the basement, a three minute video clip played describing how executions of prisoners were carried out.  We saw the execution room, with a noose, and a stool.  It was horrible to think what hideous things happened right where we were standing. 

For lunch, we went to a Hungarian restaurant.  I ordered Gouloush.  Dave ordered paprika chicken (and we had to specify, no milk products to which the waitor assured us that no dairy would be used).  And, Catie ordered something with Gnocci, mostly because she wanted to eat Gnocci after seeing it on the menu.  When Dave’s food came out, it was drenched in sour cream.  I told the waitor that sour cream has milk in it, and he said “yes, there is milk in there.”  I’m not sure if waitors in this country like to see people suffer, but I don’t think it is funny.

After lunch, we took a stroll to see some of the sights along the Danube canal, including the great market hall.  Dave particularly loved the whole pigs that were just hanging from the vendor’s roofs or lounging on the counter, wearing sunglasses.  Catie was a little grossed out.


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