Dancing fountains, awesome!

So let me catch up, Budapest for eight days which was very fun. We stayed in an apartment for four days, then a room in the same building, same floor, with a common kitchen. Meet a great Australian couple, Criag and CJ, had dinner with them. It was very nice to talk to them, not that Rich and I get sick of each others company, but....it was nice.



Rich tried out a goate, decided it wasn't for him and shaved it off a few days later.



We went on to Eger, still in Hungary, and did a Servas stay with a family who were wonderful. Wine caves, wine tasting, and three great nights with Attila and Alice, and their two daughters Bogi and Dora.

Our next stop was another small town in Hungary where we went to the thermal baths that were partially in caves. Cave baths! Imagine Hugh Hefners grotto, only extensive, and not full of bunnies. The average age was a bit older, about 60 or 70. We spent about three hours lounging around in various temperature pools and drifting through the caves, and getting pounded under more elephant washer jets of water. Once again my bad German came in handy at the Pension, the woman behind the counter spoke Hungarian and a bit more German then me, but we got through it. She and I had a good laugh everytime one of us managed to remember a word.

Now we are in Slovakia, in Kosice, which has a great brewpub, Golem, where Rich and I sat and drank beer and ate beer cheese. Beer cheese is marinated in beer, garlic, and soemthing really stinky. It is served on a plate with raw onions and sprinkled with paprika. Our waiter looked a little dubious that we actually wanted to try it, but we polished off the entire hunk. I think it probably evolved through men trying to get out of arguing with their wives when they stayed out too late at the bar. Before going home they would eat stinky beer cheese and the wife couldn't bear the bad breath and would postpone the arguement. That's my theory.




The dancing fountains are also in Kosice, near the big catherdral. Another Cathedral, yawn. Dancing fountains! Oh boy! We first heard amplified Bee Gees music and then found the park in the middle of the long pedestrian street. The fountains are great, the jets dance with the music, and at night they are lit up with colored lights. Who needs Vegas baby?





Today we are taking a train towards the Slovakian Paradise, up in the mountains. The weather is getting colder and by the time we get to Poland we will have to buy some warmer clothing.