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Culture shock
Nov. 13th, 2006 10:00 pmAfter ten days in rural Romania, we woke up in Budapest, a European capital city.
There was traffic. There were trams. There were shops: things to buy, stylish window displays, bookshops and bookstalls selling books (in Magyar, admittedly). There were familiar brands - Tesco, M + S, Big Mac - advertising themselves (also in Magyar). There were cinemas and postcards and tourism in general.
And, having left behind the dusty Romanian roads with their horse-carts, we discovered that the tourist treat was to take a ride around Castle Hill in a fiacre (spelled - if I remember this right) "fiakkre"), a horse-drawn cart - sorry, carriage.
There was traffic. There were trams. There were shops: things to buy, stylish window displays, bookshops and bookstalls selling books (in Magyar, admittedly). There were familiar brands - Tesco, M + S, Big Mac - advertising themselves (also in Magyar). There were cinemas and postcards and tourism in general.
And, having left behind the dusty Romanian roads with their horse-carts, we discovered that the tourist treat was to take a ride around Castle Hill in a fiacre (spelled - if I remember this right) "fiakkre"), a horse-drawn cart - sorry, carriage.
