Sunday morning dawned bright and beautiful in Budapest. Unfortunately, after a poor night's sleep as a result of my window being over the 24 hr bar entrance, I was anything but bright and beautiful. The hostel breakfast was also less than inspiring so a couple of us went for a Sunday morning stroll in the sunshine before stopping for coffee and a croissant.
Declining the opportunity to take yet another city tour by bus or bike, we wandered down towards the banks of the Danube and straight into the World Triathlon Championships. Sunday was veterans day. As sodden 60 and 70 year olds from countries all over the world streaked past, we cheered the Brits and the Irish and I resolved (again!) to get fitter when I get home. Ever fashion conscious (NOT), I also noted that Lycra body suits are not a good look after a certain age, no matter how fit you are!After, pausing only to snap a few shots of Daley Thompson being interviewed on Hungarian tv (yes. I'm the tourist you could see snapping shots behind him if you saw it on Eurosport!), we strolled round Budapest, soaking in the atmosphere , the sun and the sights, even managing to stagger up the hill without resorting to taking the funicular. Eventually, we decided to go up to Heroes Square and the park with the spa we'd visited the day before. Aha.. we had got a 24 hr ticket in the metro the day before, we could use that, we thought. Smugly, we got out our tickets, only to realise they had just expired. Drat, drat and double drat, we would have to walk. By the end of the day I felt like I'd done the triathlon. I could have done with Maria and a 'sport massage' with her Iron fist.
Declining the opportunity to take yet another city tour by bus or bike, we wandered down towards the banks of the Danube and straight into the World Triathlon Championships. Sunday was veterans day. As sodden 60 and 70 year olds from countries all over the world streaked past, we cheered the Brits and the Irish and I resolved (again!) to get fitter when I get home. Ever fashion conscious (NOT), I also noted that Lycra body suits are not a good look after a certain age, no matter how fit you are!After, pausing only to snap a few shots of Daley Thompson being interviewed on Hungarian tv (yes. I'm the tourist you could see snapping shots behind him if you saw it on Eurosport!), we strolled round Budapest, soaking in the atmosphere , the sun and the sights, even managing to stagger up the hill without resorting to taking the funicular. Eventually, we decided to go up to Heroes Square and the park with the spa we'd visited the day before. Aha.. we had got a 24 hr ticket in the metro the day before, we could use that, we thought. Smugly, we got out our tickets, only to realise they had just expired. Drat, drat and double drat, we would have to walk. By the end of the day I felt like I'd done the triathlon. I could have done with Maria and a 'sport massage' with her Iron fist.
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