It's almost 3am, but I can't sleep yet. I just got back to my new crash pad in Budapest after a night of gallivanting with my new host. We went to an "underground" concert in some obscure part of town that seemed on outskirts and involved taking a series of buses and a tram...then walking through warehouse parking lots till we finally found a locked door that opened when we knocked. It was a hippy-musician commune that housed around 15 people. The band was good; an ensemble of 3 guys: a keyboard player, percussionist and bass guitarist, and 2 girls: a lead singer and a flautist/back-up singer. They had a very middle-eastern-meets-lounge sound. The lead singer oozed with sensuality, as she wailed and trilled in various languages.
I tried a shot of the traditional Hungarian liquor, made from plums and known as "Pálinka".
After the concert, we made our way to the city center via another series of buses and a tram, and met a nice Hungarian friend of my host. We went for tea and chatted as we listened to old '80's songs. Then we went for French fries at a Turkish joint. There is a lot of Turkish food in Budapest. And all Europeans seem to like to put mayonnaise on their French fries.
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