My incomplete, near-infantile impressions of the Magyars after an afternoon:
1. "Bash, stash, sha-loot-na tash." That's me speaking nonsense Hungarian.
2. They have great respect for pedestrians. (Heavy policing? Small sample size?)
3. All the guys are named Ferenc.
4. With its steel bridges and rolling hills in the distance, Budapest looks a little like Cincinnati.
Jesus, did I really write that? I'm desperately battling to stay awake and losing. Hope to have some cogent thoughts tomorrow.
