I don’t remember it being so difficult before.
it’s Friday October 13 at 1:48 AM. Budapest time. I’m wide awake. Yes, we’re here. Everything was smooth sailing, so to speak: car to the airport, an almost eleven hour flight to Munich in Premium Economy section . We had a five hour wait until our flight to Budapest. Lack of sleep and a loss of memory (“where-did-I -put it” syndrome) don’t help.
it’s old age. Old bones. Stairs hurt my bum knee. Have to rest.
We opted not to stay at the hotel chosen by Viking because of costs and are instead at a charming small hotel called the Boutique Hotel Victoria, on the Pest side of the riber. We’re in a room with a view of Patliament and the bridges from our 7th floor perch. We had goulash soup at a cute Belgian brasserie next door.
. Unfortunately, the ship isn’t here because of low water levels, so we have to go to the dock Saturday to catch a bus to get to our vessel. There is a contact number. We saw a Viking representative at the airport who told us to take a taxi to the dock between 10-11 AM. I will try calling to verify.
Even though I’m struggling, things don’t seem so bad when I look out the window.
I’ll try to get back to sleep now. As Scarlet once said, “ Tomorrow is another day!”