I arrive in Budapest woefully unprepared. Euros don’t yet work here. I need forints but the cash machine at Keleti station has run out.
Hungarian isn’t from the same family as most other languages in Europe. It’s Uralic rather than Indo-European. That makes my usual survival tactic of guess work difficult. The word for street ‘Ut’ doesn’t resemble anything I’ve come across before, so it takes a little while to figure out what I’m looking for.
Maybe for this reason I end up at the bus terminus instead of my hotel.