Technically speaking, I’ve passed through Frankfurt twice, en-route to Budapest and back home again by way of Prague. I can say, in no uncertain terms, that I do not recommend Frankfurt International Airport. It felt like one of those older small airports that wants to be a big airport but just ends up being a poorly run bus station with no logical layout and everyone was completely, utterly rude. Avoid at all costs…
Running for a connecting flight, Frankfurt International Airport.
Budapest on the other hand was a riot… “took the waters” as they say, at the Gellert Thermal Baths, and a cruise down the Danube, wandered around the Great Market Hall, got a box at the National Opera House to see a Tchaikovsky ballet, and eventually found our way to some random collection of divey bars built up in an old factory while surrounded by chain smoking 23 year olds that made us feel just a little bit ancient…
Taxi ride into Budapest.
Szabadság híd Bridge, Budapest.
It was the first leg of a decidedly random but ultimately pretty epic little trip. In a few days we’d hop a train to Prague (an adventure in itself) for a wedding of all things. Never ceases to amaze me, the way things turn out sometimes.
Great Market Hall, Budapest.
More work to come… As always, prints available, upon request…