1st class trip city to city was fast and enjoyable. It took about 2.5 hrs to get to Kelenföld where I got picked up by Szentirmay Eva and husband Arkad by car.
The cost of the ticket was about 6500 Ft - or around $30.
I didn't travel alone - there were about 6 in the carriage by the time the train pulled out. |
Eva, her daughter Evike and her son in law Istvan are all medicinal and organic chemistry doctorates.
Arkad was himself high up in the Soviet petro-chemical industry so they earned good money during Socialist times.
Here is their current home - definitely not a porta, but a rather comfortable place, not to far from schools, supermarkets and transport.
The back of Eva's home |
We sit outside on sunny days - often having a siesta after lunch. |
The workshop/garage. The ivy covers most of the house walls as well. |
Siesta time with Arkad |
I spent 4 days there and we went out almost every day.
Here I re-visit the minaret in Érd. There are 3 surviving minarets dating from the Ottoman Turkish times.
That's me in front of the minaret in Érd - Still at 82 kg. |
The highlight was meeting another relative - Szoke Irene - now a retired supreme court judge at the Bagolyvar Restaurant - one of the best in Budapest. It later turns out that it was/is Irene's hang-out for herself and students.
The Bagolyvar Restaurant in Budapest |
I must say something about Irene. She had gotten to the very pinnacle of Hungarian Law and although retired, she has been asked by Orban's government to help interpret the new Hungarian constitution which came into effect in April of 2013. Consequently, she has 'students' who are the judges and lawyers/barristers of the land who are trying to work out the intricacies and application of the practical nature of the new laws. A very tough assignment. |
Szoke Irene and Szentirmay Eva |
My mother - Olga Martyn in a UK Women's Weekly article in 1957. |
Irene explaining a point of Law to me in my befuddled state.
In Australia - we call hors d'oeuvres - "Horse's Doovers" - typically Australian slang.
Horses doovers - puff pastry rolls with a variety of fillings. I'm eating beef soup. |
Arkad and Eva |
Evike and myself |
This woman had brains. We were all university fellows, some Phd's, Masters and lowly graduates (me). |
I could not help but be impressed with Irene. A shining light. |
A bit of levity: It is customary to buy flowers, wine and chocolates when you go visiting. Florists are everywhere and the flowers and their presentation is world class. Wine you can buy anywhere.
I bought the customary presents for Irene, but also 'knew' that my mother sent a present to her. It was somehow buried in a suitcase in Budapest at Feri's place and consequently I forgot to bring it to her.
I told Irene about my gaff in not bringing her the present and we all agreed that I'll post it to her. In the pic above, you can see my diary opened up where Irene wrote her postal address for me to use later.
In the last few weeks of my trip, I searched for it but couldn't find the damn present. A Skype call later to my mother confirmed that she hadn't sent a present after all! I was now confronted with the fact that I had agreed to post a mythical present to Irene. I wrote her a postcard instead, explaining my mistake.
Next post - On the way to Slovakia
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