Krakow, Auschwitz, Budapest (ending part 3) Canadians made me a very nice company, but our routes parted, and in the evening I decided to go to a tour of the caves. As you might expect, the venue was very much the English-speaking tourists, and I spoke with an English lad, whose name was Matt. He recently graduated from high school in Manchester. The route of his journey began in Amsterdam and in a month was due to expire in Athens, after a stop in Belgrade. Soon we arrived at the caves. Where exactly they are, I still do not understand. There we got on the bus and the entrance to the cave reached by foot. Budapest In our group there were 8 people: two from Berkeley (city in California, ca. Perevi.), Four Norwegians, one of which was heading to California Chico city to study in Bible school, and Matt and myself. Our guide was such a kind of extreme sports fans. Who else dares to lead a tour of the caves in Hungary? He allowed us to select one of the toughest routes because, as he put it: "Among you there zhirtrestov and the elderly." And we began to descend into the earth. I thought that we are an easy walk to the caves, but in fact we did that slid up, down and sideways on the stone walls, with a time passage was no more than half a meter in width. Almost all along the route had to wear a helmet. Through one of the sites, which was a hole four meters long, one could get in, just turned sideways, and wriggling like a snake. I had to wiggle the whole body and balance in the pose of Superman, holding on only one leg and one elbow. One of the tourists got stuck there for ten minutes. We laughed. Just kidding. A little laugh. We go into the caves every time our paths met camera, large enough so that we all fit in it, our guide stopped us and told some anecdote or the saga of his super extreme adventures. Somewhere in the middle, we noticed that his lips twitch slightly during the conversation, and every time he finished the proposal, he published his mouth a farting sound: "And in defiance of American opinion (he liked porugivat Americans, albeit in jest , because all we are indifferent to everything) that we should train 3-5 years in order to descend into a cave complex pfrrrrrrrrrr ... ... (farting sound). " And he continued to speak. This is somewhat similar to how people are often inserted into his speech an expression like "in the sense of" or "count up", although in his case as he tried to imitate the process of gassing. All we have to imitate his manner of speaking, so that by the time our group at the entrance to the cave drew level with another group, we all must have behaved as 9 farting and laughing hyenas. I still managed to make friends with a guide. He heard about a music festival Austin City Limits "and was a big fan of blues guitarists like John Lee Hooker and Eric Johnson. And although the tour has become one of the most striking during my entire trip, I can not remember what his name was. In the caves I got out of the caves completely exhausted by a 2-3 hour hike, and went with his group for dinner in Pest. After a short walk to the city park I sat on the train to Brasov (a city in Romania, ca. Perevi.). I rode along with four Hungarians, who were going in a week's hike in the Carpathians. I even began to wonder who I get acquainted in Brasov, a city that is a 3 hour drive from Budapest to Transylvania. Start material:
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