First thing in the morning, we stomped off to breakfast at a cafe that TripAdvisor pointed out to me. Even though the number of bought reviews on the net is growing, review sites are still legit. Blue Bird Cafe turned out to be pretty awesome, both in decor and style, and in tastiness. Interestingly, they offer breakfasts from different countries — a British one with bacon and eggs, Belgian waffles, French crepes, and so on. Stylish!
After the pleasant impressions at the cafe, we headed to the national museum. I can only last a couple of hours in museums, after that I run out of there like I've seen the devil. The same thing happened this time. I looked at the hand axes, battle axes, armor, and bows, and picked up the pace. The twentieth century is a bit more interesting — there's an old-school boxy TV and a fascist uniform, but you get tired of that too. In short, I'd had enough of the museum, and so had one other buddy, so we bailed out of there bright and early.
Two stayed behind, and one wasn't with us at all, because he went to "go about his business." A weird phrase, because what business can you have in a city where you don't know anyone. But we found out what kind — buying souvenirs. We joined the busy bee at an interesting souvenir shop where all the products were creations by local artists. I bought a couple of postcards and magnets, per my tradition, and the guys even bought a whole painting. I think the shop was called @rododendronart, but I'm not totally sure. Either way, the culture scene in Budapest is bubbling, and you'll find other equally worthy spots.
After shopping, we moved out to Buda Castle, on the other bank from the center. We tried to find something to grub on there, but in places like that it's either super expensive or the reviews aren't great, because where are tourists gonna go from a submarine. We had a plan for the evening to go up the mountain to admire the sunset, so we couldn't drag our feet too much. In the end, three of us who wanted to ride the chairlifts up hopped in a taxi and rolled out, while the rest kept looking for affordable eats.
We did go up on the chairlifts for cheap. Although one of us was cutely squealing in terror the whole way, since the chairs were 5-10 meters above the ground. It was adorable. But I'm already so used to heights from Switzerland that I threw my legs up and settled in comfortably semi-reclined. Forgot, though, that my pants had holes, and my underwear was showing. Good thing it wasn't my balls!