To Hungary, June 1999

I.:
From Helsinki, we flew to Hungary. At the airport in Budapest, we were met by Gyuri, a cousin of mine who acts for all the world like a lovable New York cab driver. He used
to drive tractor trailers to Iran, Iraq, Kuwait and Finland (among other places). He drove us to a bustling bus station that we might never have found without him. We hopped on an Expresz Busz to the city of Eger. We met more relatives there and learned that we really don't speak that much Hungarian yet.