Monday, 28 December 2009
A Bad Dream
"Mum, I have a lot of food in the fridge, I accidentally made too much and I just wanted to ask you what to do with it" (I know that I won't need it as I'm having dinner with a group of friends and one of them is actually there with me in the room, but my mum can't see him and I'm going with him at least the conversation and his hand on mine made it look very much like that).
She doesn't answer anything concrete but talks about something irrelevant. She doesn't really look up from what she's doing.
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Who said good dreams are good, since you do wake up, sometimes at 4 in the morning and your first thought is "well done for creating such a silly dream, it felt real and now you're sad".
Realising that I don't seem to script conversations well on the whole disappoints too.
On the plus side English and Hungarian were woven together seamlessly.
Saturday, 26 December 2009
Travelling on Christmas Day
A couple from Singapore (one of them works in Germany) and a Japanese civil engineer were at the airportlink bus stop. They had already been waiting for 20 minutes when I got there. Then came the German couple, who live in town and a Hungarian guy. We were all hoping to catch the flight to Frankfurt. It was the second and last scheduled flight of the day.
We soon realised that the usual every ten minute service was probably not running at all. It took the taxi 15 minutes to arrive and another 15 minutes to drive us to the airport where members of our little group vanished into the empty terminal.
The aircraft was half empty, the crew relaxed and friendly. The Hungarian guy (thg) and I got chatting very quickly and ended up spending all the time together all the way to Budapest. I normally sit around and look at the aeroplanes whilst waiting for the connecting flight but this time I went exploring with thg. We sat and talked for a bit in McDonalds (me, having food on the day of flying is virtually unheard of) then went to the train station, then looked at the massive departures board at the entrance of terminal 1 spotting spelling mistakes as the little panels were whirring around endlessly.
Finally we boarded the tiny Boeing and we were airborne and it was dark and bumpy and scary. I had read about the summer storms that had hit various parts of Hungary during the day. After about half an hour I calmed down though -- thanks to the beer, and moved to a window seat in front of the engine on the left to catch the sight of Budapest as we were approaching.
I've seen many landing videos and had made my own in the past, but this time I couldn't bring myself to get the camera out to capture the familiar shape from a distance, then the bridges (I waved at our building, as it is along the inbound flight path) then the silly Christmas decorated houses in the suburbs.
Then I was home, exhausted and landed in my bed with the knowledge that I'm not the only one who travels on Christmas Day.
We soon realised that the usual every ten minute service was probably not running at all. It took the taxi 15 minutes to arrive and another 15 minutes to drive us to the airport where members of our little group vanished into the empty terminal.
The aircraft was half empty, the crew relaxed and friendly. The Hungarian guy (thg) and I got chatting very quickly and ended up spending all the time together all the way to Budapest. I normally sit around and look at the aeroplanes whilst waiting for the connecting flight but this time I went exploring with thg. We sat and talked for a bit in McDonalds (me, having food on the day of flying is virtually unheard of) then went to the train station, then looked at the massive departures board at the entrance of terminal 1 spotting spelling mistakes as the little panels were whirring around endlessly.
Finally we boarded the tiny Boeing and we were airborne and it was dark and bumpy and scary. I had read about the summer storms that had hit various parts of Hungary during the day. After about half an hour I calmed down though -- thanks to the beer, and moved to a window seat in front of the engine on the left to catch the sight of Budapest as we were approaching.
I've seen many landing videos and had made my own in the past, but this time I couldn't bring myself to get the camera out to capture the familiar shape from a distance, then the bridges (I waved at our building, as it is along the inbound flight path) then the silly Christmas decorated houses in the suburbs.
Then I was home, exhausted and landed in my bed with the knowledge that I'm not the only one who travels on Christmas Day.
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
My mind is miles away
Budapest by Andersen
What is it going to be like? Is it going to be cold, will I see the sun or will the sky be heavy, heavier than in Scotland? Is it possible? Will I get lost like last week in Edinburgh? Is Budapest mine? I wish it were mine and all that goes with it.
Sunday, 29 November 2009
ceilidh dancing
The ceilidh is sold out on Saturday nights. More men wear kilts than women skirts. Finishes at midnight. You'd expect a certain type goes to a ceilidh but it's not true. At one time or another everyone turns up at one. Most dances are introduced and practiced before the music starts. Men walk up to women they don't know and ask them to dance. A few dances involve changing partners so you can meet new people. One of my friends said she got a crush on someone at a ceilidh. And just when it really would have mattered she couldn't respond because something came up. It was the last dance.
I went to the ceilidh last night because I knew it was a last. I didn't regret it but won't be longing for another chance. I enjoyed a couple of dances but the afterparty was much more fun.
I went to the ceilidh last night because I knew it was a last. I didn't regret it but won't be longing for another chance. I enjoyed a couple of dances but the afterparty was much more fun.
Friday, 6 November 2009
google dashboard
It's nice to have an overview of what I've been doing. As long as noone else can see it. :-)
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