We’re staying on the Buda side of the river. Buda and Pest were jined as one city in 1873. We checked into the Art-otel, a group of old houses connected together to make a modern style hotel. The rooms are enormous. The first one we checked into was so big and cavernous we actually asked for a smaller one. That was a first. We’re staying close to the Chain Bridge, the showpiece of the bridges across the Danube. This was the first bridge built across the Danube linking Pest and Buda. But almost immediately after the bridge opening celebration, it was almost blown up in the 1849 revolution for independence from the Austrian Hapsburgs. Luckily the explosives never detonated and the bridge was spared for another 96 years until the Germans blew it up in 1945. The Germans bombs were unfortunately a bit more reliable. The Pest side of the river is much grander than the older, more relaxed Buda side. Around 1867, the Hapsburgs remodeled Pest in the image of Vienna with grand boulevards and great squares. The city’s café society rivaled Paris before the two great wars. On our first walk across the chain bridge when came upon the Szent Istvan (St Steven) Basilica, the religious center of the city. It was King Istvan (crowned in 1000 AD) who ruthlessly forced the Maygars into a Christian people. He died in 1038 and was canonized by the church in 1083, which is around the same time his mummified clenched right fist appeared. The right fist of The Right Arm of the Lord wandered around Transylvania and Dubrovnik before returning to Budapest in 1771. It disappeared for a year in 1944, but it in 1945 it came back home, and when it’s not paraded through the streets during holy festivals, it rests in a large silver reliquary in the Szent Istvan (St Steven) Basilica. It’s very weird. From the Basilica we walked a short distance over to Great Tobacco Synagogue on Dohany Street; Dohany in Hungarian means Tobacco. With a seating capacity of 3,000, it’s the second largest synagogue in the world. Theodore Hertzl, the father of Zionism, celebrated his Bar Mitzvah here. The 5,000 tube organ, built in 1859, was played on by Franzt Liszt and Camille Saint-Saens.
June 27, 2007 The Old Town and Buda Castle is a strange mixture of 15th through 20th century architecture. The remains of the 13th castle of King Béla IV is somewhere up here but no-one seems to know exactly where it was. The Ottomnan turks captured it in the early 16th century but when the Hungarians finally booted the Turks out in 1686, most of the medieval castle was destroyed. The Turks stored their munitions in one of the Towers, and when it was hit by a bomb, the explosion was so big, it killed 1500 Turkish soldiers, and caused a tidal wave on the Danube that washed away artillery batteries on the opposite shore. The Hapsburgs finally razed the remains in 1715 and built the current palace which looks more like a Parliament building than the Budapest Parliament building. Calling it the Castle seems very silly. Old Town is filled with quaint old winding streets, museums and beautiful medieval squares. The Fisherman Bastion has the best views overlooking the river to the Pest side. It’s a beautiful nod to gothic and neo-romanesque architecture and looks like it’s been there for centuries, even though it was built in the early 1900’s. We hiked through the Old Town and down to Margret Island. It’s a long walk.. The island is filled with jogging trails, fountains, open air theatres and well manicured gardens. When the Turks were here the Pasha kept his horses and women of “ill repute”. It’s also a place where the locals go to sit on the embankment and sun bathe naked, a real treat those driving across the bridge. The island is named after the Margret, the daughter of King Bela IV. Béla made a promise that if the Monghol horde was defeated, he would build a convent to the Blessed Virgin and donate to it his infant daughter. The Hungarians didn’t really defeat the Monghols. Ogedai Khan, the son of Genghis Khan, died (on November 11,1241), and according to Monghol law, the Princes had to go back home and fight for the right to be the next leader. But none the less, they were gone and Bela kept his promise. In 1243 he delivered his infant daughter Margret to the island convent and there she stayed till her death in 1271. She was 28 years old. Margret was famous for both her miraculous cures of the sick and for never washing herself above her feet. The writers of the Bradt Guide (highly recommended) wrote that “her greatest achievement was in persuading people to let her near enough to heal them”. Crossing the Margret Bridge we continued over the Pest side and up to Andrassy Avenue, a grand Parisian style boulevard of 19th century neo-renaissance mansions. The mansion at #60 Andrassy has been recently renovated into the Terror Museum, a remarkable installation retelling the horrors of the both fascist and communist regimes from 1944-1956. It’s a frightening memorial to the victims. In 1940, the Hungarian Arrow Cross Party (the Nazi equivalent in Hungary) made their headquarters in this building and called it "The House of Loyalty". The basement was converted into a brutal prison of small concrete cells. Under Nazi rule Hungary lost over 1 million people. When the Soviets took over in 1945 the State Security Police operated out of the same building until 1956. It was pretty much the same terror. By the end of the Soviet captivity, close to 700,000 Hungarians were deported to the Gulag work camps or died from ethnic cleansing. The installation includes a Nazi tank, a soviet staff car (with plush red velvet seats emblazed with the hammer and sickle), historical film of the occupations and interviews with survivors, Arrow Cross, Nazi and Soviet uniforms and artifacts, torture tools and devices, the basement cells and the names of those who perished. It’s a very moving exhibit and highly recommended. My nephew Justin is here. He and a group of international friends are fixing up 3 old East German Trabants to drive from Budapest to Cambodia in an effort to raise the awareness and money for Cambodian street children. The trek http://www.trabanttrek.org/ begins on July 15th. It’s a pretty ambitious adventure. These are old 2-stroke engines with a cruising speed of 60km/hr. It’s like taking a 15,000 mile ride on a lawn mower. And that’s just the beginning of the challenges. At dinner with Justin and 4 of the Trabant trek team, they told us about the latest set back. The Chinese government wanted them to pay $13,000 just to drive through. The fee started at $6,000 but once more Chinese officials got involved, the price went up; more beaks to wet. Thursday, June 28, 2007 The Szabadsag bridge (The Liberty Bridge) leads back to the Buda side and directly into the Gellert Hotel and spa. This bridge was opened in 1896 by the Austrian Emperor Franz Joseph. He even inserted the last rivet into Pest abutment. Being the Emperor, the ceremonial rivet was silver. Being the people of Budapest, it was almost immediately stolen. There was no great love for the Austrian Emperor. The Gellert Thermal Baths might have once been the most beautiful in all of Budapest but they’ve hit hard times these days. The bones of the Art Nouveau building are still there but the skin is sagging and bruised. However, the magical mineral hot spring water filled with medicinal quantities of calcium, magnesium, alkalis, chloride, sulfate, and fluoride still flow under the hotel and you can get treatments ranging from Thai massage to dental surgery. With countless hot springs flowing under the city, there are no shortage of thermal baths. On our way over to Margret Island we stopped by the The Kiraly Baths to have a look, but they were closed for the summer. These are the oldest baths in the city, built in the late 16th century under the Turkish rule. They are also one of the few open to both sexes and Kiraly was a hole of hot steaming sex during the wild 60’s 70’s and 80’s. Gretchen had a facial massage at the baths in the Gresham Palace (now the Four Seasons Hotel) and said it was one of the best she ever had. By the way, even if you don't partake of the baths, you can't escape the medical properites of the water. The city water, bottled water, coffee, tea, fruit and veggies; they're all filled with the magic elixer. When I visited this city back in 1990, there was a layer of grey grime covering the city and a dark orange haze from the pollution. The coffee was undrinkable and the only wine you could get was “Bulls Blood”. The cafes were shabby and the atmosphere was really oppressive. The city has completely changed. It’s bright and beautiful and the renovation doesn’t stop. New buildings are going up and old building are getting renovated. Pedestrian zones like the Vaci utca are filled with outdoor cafes, restaurants, fashion outlets and tourist shops. It’s a very exciting time and a great time to visit. In 1990, Gabor Demszky was elected the mayor of Budapest. He just won his 5th term in 2006. By the end of this term he will have been mayor for 20 years, the longest anyone has held office in the post Soviet countries since the fall of Communism. He’s been doing a great job. It’s the first time the people have been happy since King Matthias died in 1490. It’s taken a long time, but things are definitely looking up. There are great cafes, the coffee is delicious and the wine is world class, check out the cabernets from the Jammertal region in the south. And the food is classic; goulash, chicken paprikash, strudel and some of the best crispy skin duck we’ve ever tasted. One restaurant we went to, the Kacsa Vendeglo restaurant http://www.kacsavendeglo.hu/ is known for it’s duck. It’s a small white tablecloth restaurant with really good food but unfortunately they feel that their guests need to accompany their meals with loud violin and piano duets. I’d recommend the food but be prepared, or bring ear plugs. Oh, one more thing. For those of you curious hwere the word "hello" came from, it was here in Budapest. Puskas Tivadar invented the telephone exchange here in 1877. On testing his invention, he called out "Hallom", meaning I can hear you in Hungarian. And so we now say "hello" instead of "Watson, come quick." |