My last couple of posts have been on the serious side, so let’s have some fun! The starting point of our recent travels was Budapest. We had spent a couple of days there a few years ago and enjoyed it, but knew we still had some exploring to do, so we decided to go back for a few more days at the front of our trip to the Black Sea area. No doubt I will tumble forth with facts and photos in subsequent posts, but today I will tell you a short story.
Our second evening in Budapest, we decided to look for a restaurant that had been described to us as, near St. Stephens cathedral. It was the perfect place to try a bit of several classic Hungarian dishes, in small servings. Great idea, don’t know why more places don’t pursue this idea.
The meal was fun, but what happened on our way to eat was the highlight!
As we were walking toward the cathedral, the sun was getting low in the sky and perfectly highlighting it. I got my camera out to take a few photos.
St. Stephen’s Cathedral, Budapest
Far in the distance there appeared a bright orange apparition. It got closer. I took another photo.
The orange apparition approaches
As the orange figure approached, we were somewhat transfixed on it. What was it? Then we quickly decided the only thing we had seen that looked remotely similar were photos of Spider Man.
As Spidey-man got within earshot, one of his three comrades called out to us… (in a thick French accent) “Can he (pointing to indicate ‘spidey’) kiss your head?” pointing to indicate my HUSBAND! It was a very absurd request, but my husband who has a good sense of humour, said yes! Orange spidey-man was very tall, and he bent down to kiss the top of my husband’s head!!
Kissing the bald man
We all laughed and I took a photo and they were going to just keep moving, apparently without further explanation!! We couldn’t let that happen! I quickly asked them if there was significance to the orange costume, and that kiss! Again, Mr-Thick-French accent told us, “Our friend is getting married and we are celebrating his upcoming marriage and he must do whatever we dare him to do tonight!”*
So the mates had dared him to kiss a bald man’s head!! I hope all the dares turned out so well for all parties involved, as did this one. We are still laughing.
*(we call it a ‘buck’s night’ in Australia, a ‘bachelor’s party’ in the USA, I believe)
ardysez 
A Stag Night in the UK. That seems a very way of celebrating and much more preferable to some of the drinking parties with strippers you hear about. At least his embarrassment is hidden under the costume.
The Cathedral looks great.
xxx Massive Hugs Ardys xxx
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Haha, thanks David, yes I’ll bet he liked that his embarrassment was hidden!!
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Yes, we need these breaks, Ardys! You have a very receptive and funny husband! All the best to both of you, and many thanks for sharing this episode in Budapest! 🙂
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Thanks for your good wishes and for reading, Fabio!
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My pleasure, Ardys! Take care and have another great week! 🙂
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Apparently rubbing a bald man’s head is lucky so I can only hypothesize that kissing a one as part of pre-wedding fun could only be fortuitous. I can only believe that the encounter will presage a long and happy marriage. And hopefully the rest of the dares were along similar amusing but harmless lines. Great memory of Budapest for you both 🙂
The idea of a restaurant where you can sample several classic Hungarian dishes, in small servings sounds wonderful.
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We really enjoyed Budapest. I will do a post soon about the food we enjoyed, and also some of the other things we ventured into the countryside around Budapest to see. The bald man has been lucky for me, married 31 years!!
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Just for fun, brilliant!
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So glad you enjoyed it!
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One in a million stories, Ardys. Always incredibly unique, which makes reading your posts so much fun.
It’s funny to think that the costumed fellow has no idea how far and wide his story has spread, and what would he and his mates think of it now?
Six degrees of separation, right?
xx
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I have thought that very thing, Shelley, that the people of whom I captured photos will have no idea how far and wide they will be seen. That is why I usually ask when I’m these situations if they mind if I take their photo. I got refused on this trip as many times as was given permission, which was different than my previous experience. I think it spoke to the recent conflicts in most of the countries we were in, that they were suspicious of everyone. xx
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Loved your photos of Budapest. I hope one day to visit the home of my ancestors.
Such a funny story about the buck’s night. Very cool thing to do. 🙂
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Thank you Sue, I will be posting a bit more about Budapest as soon as I can figure out where to start. Great place.
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I never would have guessed this to be the story behind this photo! Don is a good sport. What good clean (properly wrapped) fun! I hope the other dares were as harmless.
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Haha, yes, properly wrapped for both parties concerned! Would love to know what other deeds the lads got up to that night!
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