The Saturday evening I joined the British team, since they were not taking any further part in the competition either, for a few drinks. After a dinner of wild boar in a local restaurant and much pointing to the fact that I was a potatoe munching deviant, we headed to a local bar and then a night club. I assume that is what we did as there were a great many blanks in the night which will never be remembered.
The first bar we went to bar was really odd. We followed Chris, who lives in Budapest, off down random side streets until we came to a gateway with a small sign above it. Passing through the gateway we turned immediately into an old building which seemed like some sort of derelict house. There was two old arm-chairs and a pile of old childrens' tricycles in the corner. We passed through some plastic curtains, like you would find in a butchers, and through another and came out in this really trendy bar. There was salsa music playing, a balcony with green plants hanging down into the bar below, the furniture was all mismatched and the floor uneven. It was a fantastic spot.
After a few drinks there we took a tram to a nightclub not so far away. Again this was a bizarre building. First, you entered a large corrigated iron shed which contained the cloakroom and the first bar. After putting in our coats we passed through more plastic curtains through a tunnel with gravel underfoot and out the otherside through more curtains and past a tree. The club seems to have been in a roofed in courtyard. The surrounding buildings to the courtyard were gutted and contained tables and chairs. The courtyard was in an L shape and besides the entrance ran a long bar and at the bottom of the bar a packed dance floor. It all got a bit blurry at that stage - there was dancing, there was beer spilling constantly when trying to cross the dance floor. To the best of my knowledge a good night was had by all.
I parted ways with the British at a square near their hotel and continued on in the taxi to my own hotel.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Hungary Day 6 Continued: Drowning my Sorrows
Posted by Owen McN at 5:57 p.m.
Labels: Drink, Fencing Competitions, Hungary
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