I have said a few times that locals dont always provide the best information for tourists. I am not a typical tourist and I am not a typical local, so I am probably the worst source of information for someone makeing their first trip to Budapest.
Ocassionally you meet someone with a unique interpertation of the city.
Today I had the etrrodinary enjoyment of following an expat around town for a few hours. The expat, an asian, has been in Budapest for 7 years. It became apparent very quickly that 7 solid years imparts a lot more knowledge than 20 years of 3 to 8 weeks per year. "We will take the 9 bus or the 23 tram or the 28 will work if you dont mind a short walk ... or we could do the 70 trolly" (not to be confused with a tram or a bus).
We ended up, first near Keleti, for excellent asian food in a shop that sort of defies logic. Then off into the depths of outter District VIII. Not for the timid. The architecture goes from the absolute freeking amazing turn of the century (20th) to what I suspect was failed '60's and 70's attempts at urban renewal; also represented by pretty imaginative and amazing architecture. Want to meet an authentic Gypsy in Eastern Europe, come to District VIII. Want to meet any individual ethnic group in Eastern Europe, come to District VIII (the outter part of the District).
Deep in District VIII, well past the cemetery, we arrived at a former industrical complex. I suspect some of the buildings were pre-War, some from the 50's through the 60's. Block after block of dilapidated wharehousing and factory now part of what is Budapest's version of ChinaTown., Okay, China, Japan, Korea, Viet Nam, Thailand to name a few. Amazing sea creatures that defies description of anything i have ever seen before. Vegitable like things, again many of which I had never dreamed possible; fruits and Kit Kat bars produced in China in "Tea" flavor. Clothing of every description and respectability, the least respectable being the most prominately displayed. This was an amazing mix of cultures and byproducts of culture.
In each shop I was asked if I was the new husband. Finally I just started saying yes. By morning it will be official with the word of mouth taking it from District VIII to Obuda. I could do worse, so I am not complaining.
A perfect day......
Oh, noticed at a few of the metro stops that the inspectors were checking those GETTING OFF the metro. In other words, not to help, but to fine. And was checked once on a bus. So best have your passes.