Yesterday we went across the river to Buda and watched the england argentina match in a tent. The atmosphere was fantastic! Hundreds of hungarians, beered up, george crosses painted on their faces, chanting ingerlund, ingerlund, and another pack of them in pale blue shirts, cheering every time we hit the post. Got a great photo of the goal.
Went this morning to buy a washing machine and a fridge. Sometimes transactions go beautifully, the assistant is patient with our slow hungarian, and everything is sorted out in a few minutes. This was one of those times. Yesterday we had a little more trouble sorting out the telephone line, but only because the forms were all complicated. The day before, I went to withdraw some money from the bank, and the cashier spent ages holding my passport under the UV light, turning it round, examining it. I asked if there was a problem, and she said nem…. szep!!: No, it’s beautiful! She was looking at the daffodils and thistles that show up in the light.