We sure made it up the mountain, but how do we get down? The thing is, the chairlift runs until 5:30 PM + until the last visitor. But they cleverly figured out how to avoid people abusing this clause. They quickly let the line into the booth and then shut the door so no one could play the "I'll just be a sec, I need to go down too" card.
As a result, we ended up being those blockheads: just stand behind the closed door and twiddle your thumbs. There was no bus down, and all the Bolts were constantly busy. Nowhere to even buy food — the crepe stand was closing, and the staff were washing dishes. We at least bought some cider just to pump some kind of sugar into our systems. On the bright side, since there was no rush anymore, we took a little stroll and climbed a small tower. After that, we hiked down the steep trails. We could've taken the asphalt, but that's not sporting. While it wasn't dark yet, we decided to risk it. By the time the dark, languid evening almost set in and we could barely see a thing, we finally made it out to the bus stop. Soon we were heading back to our hood.
The next morning, we had breakfast at that same wonderful Blue bird cafe. First, I ran to the post office to send some postcards. I didn't want to, as I was feeling under the weather, which is how I feel 90% of my life. Knowing, however, that my female addressees would get a ton of positive emotions, I forced myself to stand in line for a stamp — good thing the word "Europa" is understood everywhere. Then I crookedly scribbled a greeting and flew back to the cafe on a Bolt scooter, where the guys had already ordered my breakfast. Luckily, we had time, and I managed to both scarf down the Belgian waffles and buy some coffee beans — for myself and as a gift. On the way, a tedious and heated debate flared up about whether our universe can be fully measured, or if everything is approximate on the quantum mechanics level. I lost rhetorically in the taxi. Later I redeemed myself a bit by sending a link to an article explaining what the 2022 Nobel Prize in Physics was given for. There's one in Russian, for example, on Meduza - https://meduza.io/feature/2022/10/04/nobelevskuyu-premiyu-dali-fizikam-zalozhivshim-fundament-kvantovogo-interneta-buduschego.
So, what's the verdict? Budapest didn't fully open up to us, and I'd visit again to understand it better. I probably wouldn't fly there on purpose, but if fate brings me there, I'll walk around and explore.
