So, what do two miscreants do when they have to leave their car in Budapest for yet another transmission rebuild? Why, they hop the (1980’s NYC-subway-style-graffitied, as opposed to 1880’s coal-driven-steam-powered) train to see Oradea, that’s what! Oradea? Is she hot? Well, it’s not a she… it’s a Romanian city minutes from the Hungarian border, and a fine place to spend a couple of relaxing days milling about a town of 200,000 souls. Find yourself a place to stay near (or in) Ferdinand Square, and contemplate where you’ll source an automatic transmission should everything go to pot (and it will, but you’ve already read that part of the adventure). Continue reading
The trip was SUPPOSED to look something like this.
This article is more for the motor-heads amongst you, which, statistically, you are, since site stats show that most of our three readers are ‘Murican (and that’s probably due to the fact that George Washington invented the English language.) Enjoy the folly, and please do try and learn a little something from our experiences–so we can tax deduct this mess as an educational expense. Continue reading
Well, Pest, really. See, there’s Buda. And then there’s Pest. And we went to Pest. What? It’s like this: there are two sides of a river called the Danube. You may have heard of it. If not, read a book, slacker. Buda is on the West bank of the river, and Pest is on the East (because Celts, Aquincum, Pannonia, Huns, Hungarian tribes, Mongols, Battle of Mohacs, Ottomans, Hapsburgs, 1848 Revolution, 1873 Unification). Anyway, the history lesson is over… what’s the city like? It’s wonderful! And cheap! Visit! We did. What’s your excuse? Yeah… we thought so. Continue reading