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| Part of Buda Castle |
Then I went to a place that I had read about online called 'Hospital in the Rock'. During WWII the naturally-formed cave system that runs under Budapest was transformed into an underground hospital to treat the wounded, and later in the 20th century it was expanded to include a nuclear bunker. They have now turned it into a museum and guided tours are offered. It is really well set up. Photography is forbidden, so the following pictures don't actually exist...
By then evening was setting in so it was time to head back across the river and find some dinner. Had a look at the Great Market Hall on my way...
The next day I only had half a day in Budapest before catching the bus to Krakow. My plan was to visit the Hungarian National Museum and then see how much time I had left for other things. What I didn't know was that March 15th is a National Holiday in Hungary, commemorating a revolution in 1848. As I was walking toward the museum because the trams weren't running it seemed like half of Hungary was walking the same direction as me. When I was a couple of blocks away from where I wanted to be there was a police cordon and bag search to go any further, and there was a crowd of several thousand waving flags and banners and chanting and cheering. There were also some signs of protest, and many hundreds of armed police and military 'keeping the peace'. It became abundantly clear that I wasn't going to be able to get anywhere near the museum, and I didn't like the tone that the crowd was taking on or the level of interest that the police were showing... so I backtracked and decided to be a tourist elsewhere in the city.
| The edge of the crowd |
| St. Stephen's Basilica |
| Resting on the cushion is the clawed, mummified hand of a saint... |
Then I just had time to poke my head into the State Opera House, and it was time to go and catch my bus to Krakow...
I took the underground Metro back to the hotel and then to the bus station to avoid the action that I could still hear going on above ground. It was disappointing not to get to the museum as it has great reviews, but I doubt they would have moved their National Holiday to a different day for me, no matter how nicely I asked.

I love the big buckets those old hospitals have at the end of the beds - what do they expect to actually come out of those sick and broken people?
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DeleteInteresting and informative as always, Emma!!! The makeshift hospital would have done me in....imagine working in such conditions during WW2!! Wow....
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