Food I like in Edinburgh - a short list

Most of these are available everywhere in the United Kingdom but not in Budapest.

First, I witnessed the freshly squeezed/pressed fruit juice revolution (yes, I've been here that long), from the spotting of the occasional Innocent "water" in Peckham's and other delis to today's explosion of fruit only drinks. I drink these diluted, half and half. My favourite is red grape juice followed by the 2:1 mix of pineapple and orange, which is a morning essential.

I grew to burgers, too in Edinburgh. Not the chip shop variety, but the well barbecued smoky succulent types. I have a favourite kebab shop on Forrest Road. Their burger I could eat every day. Scrap that. It did happen before that I ate there most of the week. They top it with plenty salad and some tomato sauce. I only order chips with it when I'm extremely hungry.

Lemon yoghurt. I would miss that too.

And that's about it. I've never lost my preference for Hungarian food and that's what I cook mixed with Italian. Occasionally Mexican. But I do not do Sunday roast, haggis (yeah, haggis, yes, once a year, you know when), gammon steak, poached salmon or Sheperd's Pie. Or steak and ale pie. I don't cook vegetables, I simmer them with some butter and a little water and add seasoning. Nevertheless, I owe a lot of great culinary experiences to Edinburgh. South Indian, Nepalese, Pakistani, French flavours (I love cassoulet) are easy to have access to. Unlike in Budapest.

Budapest London Edinburgh the journey 14 15 16 August Part 2

The night coach from London to Edinburgh only stops for a break once. Around 2.30 am we pulled into a motorway service station. The burger shop was open but I was not hungry so bought a packet of chewing gums instead. There were only sugar free minty flavours which made me a little sad.

The service stations in Germany and Austria have warm lights and piles of Milka and Ritter Sport chocolates in all flavours imaginable. And Nici toys and coffee mugs. The service station near Sheffield was lit by neon lights which hurt a little.

One of the ladies on the Budapest Edinburgh coach was a TEFL teacher (age late forties?) who did a masters at Warwick University last year and now she is back teaching Chinese students English for a month or so. She is afraid of flying. She sat next to a bubbly younger woman and seemed to have become friends. I don’t know if their bodies touched when they were asleep, in fact, I don’t know whether they could sleep much as they sat next to the back door, meaning that their leg room was limited. The TEFL teacher lady gave me a 100 FT coin before Hegyeshalom as I spent my last forints on taxi to the Nepliget coach station. She saw me turning back and walking up the steps and offered the coin. We talked occasionally throughout the journey but I can’t recall any details. At one point I was taken aback by her demonstration of ignorance on one topic or another and she was ignorant of her ignorance.

I mentioned the self made businessman who runs his own business in the North of England. He knew everything about the English (Scotland has somewhat different rules) benefit system and said the key was having lots of babies. Apparently, as a parent you get £30 a week per child and can look forward to the swift allocation of a house of appropriate size. He seemed completely unaware of the moral aspects of benefit tourism. I must admit I never really believed that such a thing existed, but he advised his audience with conviction so I might have to revise my position.

In Belgium all the motorways are lit. Before Eurolines changed the departure time (sometime after the 7/7 suicide attacks in London) it was a pain as it was hard to fall asleep as the light pattern relentlessly irritated my retina.

In the UK motorways are like runways, lots of shiny cat eyes stuck into the road both sides and middle. Red, yellow, sometimes green, sometimes blue. Sections of the motorways are lit as we approach a major junction.

Next time I will invest in one of these blackout eye masks. And a high tech neck pillow.

Budapest London Edinburgh the journey 14 15 16 August

The best part was the night coach from London to Edinburgh. I sat next to someone who didn’t talk much, covered his eyes and had a high tech neck pillow (while mine kept deflating somewhat). He borrowed my phone to check his emails cos he forgot to take down a phone number. I don’t remember saying good bye and have fun in Edinburgh to him although I should have. But Hungarians just don’t know how to be properly polite.

The Budapest London part was one experience though. There was a guy who was bragging about having his own business in the North of England and there were women with converging stories. All have divorced, one twice. These 3 women were between the ages of 55 and 76. They weren’t talking to me about this, but to each other. One has recently found true love. She said she had known that man but on a New Year’s Eve as she was getting up from the couch felt an extraordinary sense of peace. That was love. They’re getting married next month.

Then there was a woman who had a very famous first husband (I’m not naming names, but personally haven’t heard of him before) with who she still keeps in touch and who was ill, chronically but not fatally. Her second husband was travelling with her, but she said he was a bully and she was glad to have divorced him.

I can’t remember the life story of the third woman as she was the listener really, so never said much.

I sat next to a Pakistani lady (age 37) who was travelling with her second husband and her young son. She has an older son from her first marriage, he lives in Pakistan as she lost custody of him as a result of the divorce. She invited me for dinner, but I had to decline as we were late in London. I only had to wait a couple of hours (instead of 5) for the Edinburgh night coach and I never left Victoria Coach Station, I was glad I could sit down putting my feet up on my mighty samsonite.

Part 2 will follow.

note to self: how is it that I still can’t distinguish between Canadian and some soft American accents?