Archive for March, 2006


My only pre-knowledge of Budapest came from a half remembered history lesson about the events of ’56 and a reference in the film Gross Point Blank, Dan Ackroyd’s character says, “ah, Budapest, city of Cathedrals”. Well it does have a great deal of ecclesiastical establishments to commend it, but it also has a great deal of dirt and graffiti too. The guidebook said something along the lines of ‘see Budapest before it becomes just another capital city of a western European social democracy. My overall advice would be, give it a few more years… and go in the spring.

What follows is a long personal post that’s as much for me as thee…

It’s not all bad though. The Art ‘Otel, where we stayed, excellent. Nice comfortable bed, proper duvets, modern design all centred around the art of Donald Sultan (?). It’s on the Buda side of the river, near the Chain Bridge, a crossing we got to know very well. Handy for Buda and the Castle, but over the river from Pest, a bit like having a hotel in waterloo rather than the west end. Still, from room 415 you do get a great view of the (grey/green not blue) Danube every morning.

Food-wise we found the place a bit hit and miss. Cyrano, Mezma, and a couple of the newish bar/cafe/clubby/restaurants we’re good. Cyrano in particular came top for decor, staff humour (serving us (free) shot glasses of beer when we asked for a small ones, and keeping up the gag for the right amount of time before bringing the real things) I had roast salmon with a celeriac risotto and Holland [sic] sauce. The Salmon was topped with roasted pine nuts and raisins, which gave a chewy sweetness to an otherwise softer comforting dish.

Other highlights include the food at Mezma, a 70s style retro restaurant lounge bar. Hungarians bean soup and a good salad with roasted veggies, just nicely put together, and they had a cocktail called a BBC

Miss-wise had to be St Peters Abbey, a Belgian place near the hotel that we went to on the first night. Scored great on beers, but zero on food. Hungary being a landlocked country the Mussels was always going to be a risk. Small, over cooked and nothing like the plump almost milky ones I’ve experienced in Brussels. But worse was the snail starter… now I love snails, they’re great with loads of garlic, butter and some bread. Perhaps it’s a Walloon tradition, but snails don’t go so great in a sauce with mushrooms… why? Well they’re both grey and a bit slimy, and the later ends up making the former taste tough by virtue of association. Worse was the hideous presentation though, nipples of raw carrot and strips of red onion forming some sort of semicolon? Alternate lemon and red pepper slices held firm by some cold mashed swede epoxy? Yuk. We voted with our wallets and didn’t leave a tip.

Budapest is famous for it’s spas and springs. Many of them are single sex, so you’ve got to pick carefully. Széchenyi Baths in the central park is a large popular one. The experience is a little bit scary, unless you went to boarding school, in which case you’re probably used to large old women ordering you around. You buy the ticket, go to the ‘cabin’ which is a small walk in locker and get changed. The woman then chalks a number on the door indicating how many people are using it, (two in our case), she then gives you a metal tag, and writes the tag number on a blackboard inside the cabin. This is the security number and you must remember it, in case youloose the tag. The cabin also has it’s own number so beware. With that we were off out to the pools. While the air temp was 5°C , the waters were 37°C. I’ve not been in a pool that hot since I first learnt to swim. I subsequently came out dying for a pee and salt and vinegar crisps.

We were there on a Saturday, and the cliental was quite mixed, Tourists, families, old Budapestians playing chess like you see in the guide books, British Stag groups trying to cure hangovers, that sort of thing. Also If you’re only in the pools for an hour or so, (by which time you’re a prune anyway) you get a refund on leaving. Towels can be hired (or take the one’s from your hotel) as can swimming costumes (think ‘I forgot my kit PE lessons’, urgh)

Other general observations.
1. They love a big door, each apartment block has a huge door leading in to it, they often have beautiful ornate handles and are covered graffiti.
2. They sure love an auto-flushing urinal, the place might be a dump, but every slasher I went in was as no hander. The classier places have auto taps too.
3. Squint you’re eyes and you can just imagine how miserable it would have been back in the communist days. Like most of Eastern Europe there’s some amazing art nouveau buildings and some hideous concrete ones.
4. You know that mobile you upgraded in 2002? Someone in Hungary is using it. Nokia 3210, the other one with the round dial interface, that pre Sony Ericsson with the stubby aerial, all being put to good use. Telecoms is a massive industry, Pannon had huge adverts everywhere, hotly followed by T-Mobile Hu and Vodaphone.
5. Hungary is set to join the Euro in 2010, and the main pedestrianised shopping streets could already be anywhere in Euroland, Esprit, Mexx, H&M, Zara, Footlocker, and the largest M&S outside England I was informed by the guide book.

On the subject of Guide books, don’t bother is my other advice. The most informative and up to date one I could find on the Charing Cross Road, (lonely Planet: Budapest published 2003) was good for history and background as well as maps, but we found that quite a few things had closed or moved. Particularly off the Castle Hill, which was a bit of a let down on a wet Friday morning. There’s plenty of maps, pamphlets and free-zines in most bars and hotels as well as at the airport, and if you really care about the history, do your research online before you go. Still, it is nice to have a doodled in book as a memento.

The airport: Get the mini bus to and from your hotel, it’s cheap and fairly quick, though it is just a Ford Transit with some seats in. You could also go for the Budapest Card, it’s valid for 48 or 72 hours, and gets you discounted (sometimes free) entry to lots of museums and money of food too. It also give you free unlimited transport on buses and trams. In the end we perhaps didn’t use it as much as we could have, but if you’re a full on culture vulture then it’s good value. It also fairly stress free, unless like me you write the wrong date starting on the card and then fret that no one will accept it as you’ve overwritten the 15th with the 17th in a really laboured scratchy way. Still, in the end everyone excepted it.

Other things we did: Churches, St Matthias on Castle hill and the Basilica, both amazing, The Card gets you in free to St Matthias, and we got a free 15 min talk off a guide. The Terror House, a bit full on, But then it does show two of the darkest periods in Hungary’s history. Worth going, but as a lot of the suvivour’s audio/visual testament isn’t subtitled it’s sort of hard to empathise, purely through lack of understanding. I suspect that this in particular is more for Hungarians that the rest of us. The scary thing is the normality of the street outside compared to what you’re told went on inside, As if HMP Belmarsh we’re on KIngsway.

House of Hungarian Photography (free with the card too) is a great little gallery. Interesting for it’s architecture as much as it’s contents. As it’s in renovated rooms in one of the old buildings, you get to have a good nose around. It’s a great space. You can imagine what this wold have been like as some rich merchants home. Work wise there’s some great shots of Hungarian life, but also a small section on three photographers competing for a scholarship, of which I liked Erdei Krisztina’s work the best.

In all, not a bad place for a weekend. Big Budapest photoset on Flickr.

BBC News | Humphrey bids a feline farewell

He may now be gone, but he’s not forgotten on our servers.. Look at this gem announcing his retirement back in ’97. BBC News | UK | Humphrey bids a feline farewell.

Brings a new meaning to ‘suspended animation’.

Here’s his recent obit.

The coolest currency in town…

Big post on my recent trip to Budapest to follow, but in the meantime…

Hungary isn’t in the Euro, so it was back to the Europe of yesteryear and funny money national currency plus a bit of exchange rate research on t’tinternet. But did you know Antarctica has it’s own currency? Look how cool that $100 bill is! That’s practically a GCSE maths paper – Image Gallery – Banknotes of Antarctica.

Needless to say the girl at the Bureau D’ Change at Gatwick hadn’t heard of it. And, um, there’s no where to spend it.

(UPDATE: to the comment below. Sadly they’re not legal tender.

Dalek Bread! It’s a taste sensation!

Link: Peter Kay joins Doctor Who cast.

Richard Sambrook: awayday moment

Ashley Highfield is demonstrating the AQA (Any Question Answered) phone service. You text any question to a number [63336] and it guarantees an answer. Costs a pound a time (it’s not a BBC service). So on a whim Ashley texts:
“How should the BBC be structured?”
There is a long pause and then a text comes back…

“There are many views on this. The BBC needs a flatter structure with fewer managers. It’s not clear the move to Manchester will save money.”


I bet there was an even longer pause after that.

(From his internal blog but it’s been reported in Ariel which is publicly available)

This is Planet Earth….

No posts for awhile as I’ve been a bit busy travelling two Cardiff and Oop North the past to weekend (more on that later), but in between I’ve been working on a special home-page treatment for the BBC flagship Planet Earth series. A series described as The biggest ever made by the BBC Natural History Unit, aiming to offer the definitive portrait of the Earth. That’s quite something, so naturally I wanted to do something big on the BBC homepage.

The key thing that came across in the EPK that I saw was the HD camerawork and sense of being close to the animals, contrasted with those amazing aerial shots. Design wise I wanted to bring some colour back into the page, as I don’t know about you guys, but I’m sick of that colour blue… Also it doesn’t go that well with green/brown nature shots. The cat in the picture is a Amur Leopard, only 40 of which are left in the wild. For this treatment we also tried for the first time transparent PNGs on the homepage, to float the text over the JPG underneath.

So all this was supposed to happen last Sunday to coincide with the TX of the first episode, only due to a ‘technical hitch’ it didn’t. The BBC homepage is made up of lots of different feeds and components and is flattened by some other code do-dat.. (this is where having the Belam around to explain would be good). Anyway there was a problem with this and the regular Picture promo back up version went up instead… I’m a bit narked about this to be honest.

But we’re not the only ones to have Planet Earth troubles, at the end of the show they showed a fire that broke out in the camp, right next to the helicopter with the unique heli-gimble attached. And my chums at the Radio Times went close to the wire with their exclusive front cover
[From Ariel, the BBC Staff Paper]
Everyone agreed that an image of new-born polar bear cubs emerging from an underground snow den would be perfect for the Radio Times Planet Earth cover – but there was one snag. The mag needed a high-res scan of the bears, which they could only get from the photographer Jason Roberts, who was in an observation hut, on a Norwegian archipelago, near the Arctic Circle – a two day trek from anywhere. By the time he got back to base and scanned the image there were no flights left and no time to send the transparency. A dedicated line was set up direct from Norway to the printers and the image arrived with minutes to spare – making the cubs the riskiest, and probably the cutest, cover RT’s ever carried.

Mind you, they must have been so busy fretting about that, that this little typo slipped though

Anyway, the Planet Earth special treatment is set to go up again this Friday, as a reminder that ep1 is repeated, and every Sunday after that for the next five weeks hopefully.

More on my Oop North adventures…

So my Brother in Law and I set out on Friday night in his Land Rover through the snow to the next village to fetch a curry for tea… This is the sort of weather that we faced. We stopped for petrol, and on the return journey took a short cut up a steep hill. Half way up was a Fiat stuck in the snow whilst two guys were attempting to push it up the hill. We got out and offered some advice, and I joined in with pushing, after about 10ft we got it to a flat bit. I suggested leaving the car here and walking, at which point the girl in the car, who was driving, said ‘we can’t’ as Richard, the guy next to her was disabled. ‘We’ll be back’ said my bro-in-law and I, and we drive to the next farm and asked to borrow a tow rope… ‘We’re from round here, but there’s people stuck down there who aren’t’ we said, hoping he wasn’t the Tony Martin type. The farmer’s wife (sans carving knife) lent us her tow rope and we went back down the hill to the stuck car. We then spent 15 minutes getting the towing eyelet attached to the front of the car, but finally got underway. We got near the top of the hill and looked down the snow covered dirt track that lead to their holiday cottage where they were staying. They were never going to make it down there in their car which we left near a farm, so we had no choice but to get Richard out of the car and give him a lift down in the Land Rover, only he was wearing callipers, and so his legs didn’t bend very well and he couldn’t fit in. So we had to put him in the back with the tailgate open ‘next year were going to Spain’ he said as his friends hauled him in. Here’s a photo. We eventually got them down the hill and home. They’d have been really stuck if we’d have left them, or had to have called the Police I suppose. Very useful Land Rovers, only 14mpg though!

Saturday we went sledging which meant my snowboarding trousers got a second outing!

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March 2006