Monday, September 21, 2015

Blithe Budapest

Budapest is mass tourism's best kept secret.Every girls dream is to visit the Eiffel tower with her beau but Budapest snakes it way right to the top. Be it the symphony at the St Stephan's Basilica or the wine tasting in one of the cozy local wine bars ( more about both later)  redefines ones idea of the most romantic moments. 
Spend the morning in one of Budapest natural underground caves, which were formed by thermal waters over millions of years. So one can actually touch and feel the earth that was there a million years ago.Stalactites, stalagmites , columns, ribbons and curtains in the caves makes boring geography lessons in school so cool.  Filled with spectacular formations, with even more imaginative names rattled by the friendly guide, the caves provide a cool(the temperature was 10 C inside the cave) respite from the summer sun.
Rise with the sun and head to  the Gellért Bath. Take a dip in one of the thermal baths or enjoy a unique spa experience. Its columned, Roman-style swimming pool looks familiar. Is it because of the historical romance by the pool described in the M&B or maybe it is just the most photographed spa of Hungary.
The Rock Hospital in the Buda Castle is like a cupcake to the history seeking soul. The history of the emergency hospital goes back to World War II. The caves and tunnels, connected and fortified were initially used as an air raid shelter. Then a 60 bedded hospital was built which housed more than 600 patients during the war.The doctors and nurses worked with the state of art medical and surgical facilities and sheer grit during the Budapest Siege of WW II and the Revolution to treat wounded civilians and soldiers. A modern Anesthesia delivery machine with complete Operation Theatre equipment in the winding caves with stories of the war heroism explained dramatically by the guide made my idea of working at a war front even more romantic..Someday me too ,.... Later in the 60's it was expanded to withstand potential chemical and nuclear attacks during the Cold War.Thankfully never once was it used as a nuclear bunker.
The Budapest Parliament building is a beauty etched in stone and decorated with turrets and arches . The nation's home is grand and befitting . Guided tours are done so professionally that the oohs and aahs that the magnificent parliament evokes from tourists seem the norm. What is amazing is that no building was left undamaged after the WW II but they rebuilt it all to its former glory within a year of ending war.
St Stephan basilica, built to match the parliament in height and glory shows the equality between God and the state.The mummified 1000 years old right hand of St. Stephan, the founder of Hungary, leaves one with goose bumps 
Evenings should be exclusively reserved for tasting the wines in one of the local restaurants. 
Hungarians are such sweet people.Am sure it is the lovely wines that flows in their veins. Volcanic soils, balmy summers ,the royal rot and what not. But the Tokaji wine got me at hello. Walks by the Danube hand in hand with the skies changing from yellow to purple and the castles and the bridges lighting up.......time  just stood still ...lo behold ,,,,,this was my Eiffel moment.
The Parliament House
 

The Assembly

Cigar holder with numbers for identification

Shoes by the Danube

St Stephan Basilica

View from the Buda castle
My Eiffel moment

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Prague- ooh pure pleasure

Well it is a corruption of the Czech tourism's tag line but there is no other way i would describe it. The cobbled streets , the spires reaching the skies with the stubborn summer sun refusing to set is pure ecstasy. The old town square surrounded by churches, clocks  and chimes with live performances by buskers transport one into a trance.Whoever said love is an emotion. The air in Prague is so laden with it.We can even eat it dipped in chocolate sauce. Drink one of the many beers and feel love wash all over oneself.
Prague is a town to be explored on foot. The place names are so Czech that one cannot say or understand them. How does one pronounce a proper noun with 5 consonants and 1 vowel added as an afterthought.The labyrinthine metro stations tires one out and the steep escalators are a ride direct to heaven especially for a person who has bathmophobia . The trams are quaint and rides romantic.It is so easy to get lost on the right hand drive roads due to the diametrically opposite directions orientation in this part of the globe.But getting lost and discovering another beautiful hidden corner adds to the mystique of Prague .
Local cuisine matches up to the beauty of the place. Cafe Louvre where the likes of Einstein and Kafka dined lived up to its hype.
Charles Bridge at twilight is straight out of a fairy tale.
Charles Bridge

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Kafka Residence N 22

Prague-the way I remember by

LOve so deep that it can drown

Stairs to hell at the metro

Café Louvre
So much so that one starts to wait for the pumpkin carriage to arrive and whisk us to the midnight party at the castle across the bridge.
Love dipped in chocolate sauce(Trdelnik)

Old town Square

View from the Old town hall tower

Cant get enuf of Old town Square

Beer in a local pub-Drink LOve

Prague Castle

St.Vitus Cathedral
 

Thursday, September 25, 2008

dil mange more...mangalore

the net research on mangalore were so boringly unrevealing..........but the place is beautiful.so green so clean n so goan.(i mean the terrain is so much like goa that we loved it all the more)
moti mahal ,the hotel where we stayed was rocking with a disc n a pool n gr8 room service.......
the icecream at IDEAL parlour was yummmmmmmmmmm n needs to b mentioned alongside the dakshin kannad food of mangalore.
hotel malabar , a small but a busy mallu joint offered some gr8 non veg food...dont miss the kebas...slurp.
shopping is for everyone...from malls to cheap wayside shops that offer good bargains..(.i got a kameez 4 a quarter the price i wud v paid in madurai) though i dint get a pair of slippers for the price i wanted;-(
and the auto rikshaws drivers r the most honest people in the entire subcontinent...just the meter..nothing more n nothing less
temples built with the mallu influence r gud places to sample dk food at the dharambhojanalays
well connected by bus n very comfortable (though a durga prasad travels guy drove with the horn more than the accelerator)
over all mangalore is a the just right mix of uncorrupted unpolluted urban holiday destination...
yeh dil mange more