London, Luton, and Light Serbian Meals

I decided to get through with all the trouble on my trip in one foul swoop.

After a delayed flight into London Heathrow, a 30-minute wait for the paramedics on the tarmac, a jammed cargo door and a lost tube of canvases, I found myself 2.5 hours late for my intended flight to Budapest. Not surprisingly, I missed the plane. Thanks to the miracle that is the internet, I was able to quickly book a replacement flight at 6am the following morning, and made it through some miracle to Luton for a pleasant night above a nightclub for a few hours of sleep.

Yesterday was, comparitively, a small piece of heaven. I arrived in Budapest at 10am, and the city is, as advertised, breathtaking. The transit system here makes Vancouver's look like a donkey and carriage, with frequent buses and a large network of metro lines. Thanks to excellent instructions, I only got lost twice on my way to meet with Ma'rta at Artpool. We spent the afternoon getting my prints ready to hang, with thanfully little trouble.

At 8pm I met up with Chuck, my man in Budapest, and we set out to explore what Budapest's night life has to offer. Which is, among other things, a lot of liquor. But I digress. Our first stop was Castro Bistro, a packed and noisy Serbian joint near Madach Ter. I'll share more details about the meal on the Kitchen Blog later today, but let's just say it involved a massive quantity of meat.

Now I'm on my way to one of Budapest's famous bath to rinse off what's left of last night's excesses. Wish me luck.