(The erotic part is just shit around town that I thought was funny...pervs, go away now)
Lets end this finally!
Start it out with some graffit-oh. Emo's apparently not just a shitty, lightweight brand of punk-rock that the kids listen to in Hungary, but some kind of social movement. We saw the word "emo" on many - usually black - objects. Shirts, posters, hats, tattoos. Don't know why. Cindy did get a hilarious t-shirt at a street vendor's tent that encourages people to kill themselves.
S'more graffiti. There actually wasn't a ton of graffiti around. All big cities should be decorated with spray paint.
Poseidon and the four furies? Dunno. This was about the first piece of public artwork that Cindy and I saw after our first scary day on subways and trains and buses and things.
The good king was alright, I guess.
But the kelp faces on the base were what I really liked.
Idn't that sweet, piping his sheep to sleep like that.
Eh?
I've brought you a present...And I'm naked. A lot of the buildings had neat statues attached to them, and most of them looked like they meant or symbolized something, but I don't know what it was.
Don't look at me!
If I were to name this one, it would be "Wet T-Shirt Contest at Spring Break, With My Two Homunculi."
This was the only "average" woman statue that we saw, and one of only a few "average" women we saw, period.
I think this guy's a doctor or something.
A Love Doctor! I'll use this as the segue into the next section of pictures...
Here I am contemplating a breast. Not that I have much to contemplate. I like them, and that's pretty much the long and the short of it.
What does this remind you of?
This was another statue that I really liked. But since it has rather prominent juggernauts, and I'm dirty talkin', I'll lump it in with this other stuff.
What do these remind you of?
Parliament. Nothing suggestive here, just a pretty building. I tried to take a picture of it at night when it was all lit up, but, alas, it was the night of one of the previously mentioned banquets and either the camera or the cameraman weren't functioning properly.
The Terror house, which was actually - despite outward appearances - a very somber museum. The house itself had been used as headquarters by both the local flavor of the Nazi Party and the Soviets. At it's worst it was essentially a gulag in downtown Budapest - there was a creepy dungeon/jail in the basement where many people were tortured and executed.
What does this remind you of?
The last night of the conference, prior to the lame dinner that was held, we sat outside in a square, and I had a cigar originating from a certain island nation while we sipped palinka and people watched.
Nice! She steals my jacket, and my stogey...
We also did some pigeon watching, as the pigeons looked a little bit different than what I'm used to.
There was a certain ass-backwards fashion sense that we noticed. Shorts or skirts and calf-length leggings being the most prominent. All these pictures were shot on the sly, so apologies for and graininess or bluriness.
I don't remember why this lady was singled out, maybe Cindy'll leave a comment to remind me...
Leggings and a skirt...So hot right now.
Then we saw mannequins in the window of one of the haute couture shops and it all made sense.
Perfect sense.
An example of the curious "Hungarian Red" hair-dye that we saw a lot of. There were also several women that had bleached white hair that was black at the tips, so they kind of looked like super-villains of one variety or another.
I think the fact that this "Keeper of the Flame" was shot at a distance and is kind of blurry only adds to the mystique.
Finally, here's the only two friendly locals we encountered...
As we strolled to the reception, and I finished my cigar, Cindy stopped to take my picture...
And the two guys in the background ran up and yelled out "Mafioso" for a picture. Of course I checked for my wallet immediately afterward - this was still in a big city and I'm paranoid. But it turned out that they were just out for a laugh.
Headache now.
PS - the things that are red in the captions are links, if anyone needs some more 'splaining about a couple of those terms...
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