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23rd July: Have things really changed? Well for one thing, I have far fewer friends! I am as busy as I have ever been. The lovely 2 days preceding the course in which my bag went –packing have been shattered by 7:30am – 23:00 days cut by a 30 minute break and a couple of metro rides. English from top to bottom. From day 2 we started teaching a group of 14 students individually and you’d be amazed at how the fear of being a fool in front of 14 people motivates you to study and prepare lessons… otherwise it’s like TheatreSports again!
The little of Budapest that I saw was bathed in warm sunlight and girt by bursts of green trees. Hungarians have discovered big motorbikes and make good use of the flat city roads. The Danube is picturesque and the lightly dressed people friendly (if you can understand them). I thought this was due to the summer holidays, but a Hungarian on the course, Florian, invited us all to his house on Friday night where we took our first break from the course to unwind in his magnificent hospitality. There was a lot to unwind. The course has been eaten for breakfast, lunch and tea. You even wake up at night and have to deliberately forget the lesson plans which pour into your head from your subconscious. The nutty Hungarian language hasn’t been a problem because we speak 99% English while we are here. ‘Cheers’ in Hungarian is something like ‘Ag e h shegadra’.
I haven’t had my credit card signature checked since I have been here. There is a swiping, an interminable wait broken by a thrusted docket. I am desperate for some exercise and some Craig time. The only time off besides Florian’s was a quick tour through the inner circle of Budapest near the Octagon. Zoltan, a Hungarian doing the course, ushered us through the sweating hordes of official tour groups in Central Park to view the statues of Hungary’s past kings (the ones with swords and axes are Saints). Amidst jibes asking for Zoltan to sport a guide flag, we wandered towards the city centre, yielding gold filigree painted buildings and leafy boulevards walled by 19th century European apartments.
I am still searching for the good Czech beer that I recall, but the Hungarian Bull’s Blood wine from Eger is a worthy substitute… I will confirm this if the Sun retreats for a few days, else you will find me with the old tourists in the antique baths!
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