Historical remnants abound in these parts, perhaps none so amusing, though, as remnants of the Cold War collected and displayed in a “Statue Garden” on the outskirts of Budapest. A bonafide museum, we did not have the requisite Forints to enter (as the touristy parts of Budapest accepted Euros), so we had to backtrack to the nearest bankomat. And what a fun exercise that was! Navigating an ATM entirely in Hungarian, a non IndoEuropean language! No German, no English, just a bunch of consonants all jammed together and sprinkled with umlauts.
But it was so worth it. Russian music played over the loudspeakers as we walked through the garden, too.
Stalin’s boots preside over an amphitheater where summer concerts are performed.
The garden was chockablock with “Memorials to Soviet Heroes.”
And a Trabant. We learned that a person wanting to purchase this German-made car had to provide a 50% deposit!
Seriously. I’m sure people were excited to buy this car and head out on the same kinds of good old fashioned road trips that we’re doing this week.
Except they could probably pronounce this road sign.
And the border crossings were likely a little busier than they are today.
But fuel probably cost the same.
Side note. We played the license plate game going to and from Budapest and saw plates from Bosnia-Herzogovina, Croatia, Hungary, Austria, Germany, Great Britain, Finland, Italy, Czech Republic, Poland, Serbia, Slovenia, Slovakia, Turkey, Russia, and…Tennessee. That last plate was definitely the game-winning point!
And before long we were home.