Limi

We have loads of professional beggars here in Budapest. Most of them with their Mercedes around the corner I guess. There are also loads of homeless people, mainly alcoholics, but the most of them look really happy, and all of them are very polite and not scary at all.
We have our favourite homeless guy, who is always standing at his "home" traffic light, asking for money from the motorists. We give him some money every day, and he's always happy and positive.
Today we met a new kind of beggar. A very thin guy who asked us for money in perfect english. He was an older very sad guy dressed in a clean but very very old suit. He was openly crying while asking us for some money for food. He was a former professor at a university, who lost his job due to cut downs. He recently was evicted from his appartment, and now had nowhere to stay, and no income or savings at all. We would gladly given this guy a busload of money, but both me and M were without wallets, as we only were on our way to collect m from school. After a long conversation, and after us have to tell him we had no money at hand, he left us with sobbing and with tears in his eyes. Me and M also had tears in our eyes... :-((
After coming back from school we actually were roaming the streets trying to find him and give the bus load of money we wanted to.
He was nowhere to  find. The only thing we saw was an ambulance picking up someone not alive looking person lying on the street. Maybe it was our professor who just jumped from a roof??? He sure looked capable of it as we saw him last time.
Right now all our vacation trips to luxury resorts seem a little too much. Maybe we should spend some money on the ones who need them more than us??
But I guess tomorrow we have forgotten the guy, and already are off in our minds to the next super duper holiday. Sad but truth....

            

Now we're back again from London. Wasn't easy to get there... We were booked with Hungarian Wizzair, who have a nice and shiny fleet of pretty new Airbuses. New or not. Technical problem can occur, and I do not think any of the passangers would object that the plane was repaired before take-off. But after standing in a bus outside the terminal for one hour, without any explanation, the 180 passangers got pretty upset, some more than other, if you know what I mean... :-) I don't think Wizz is to blame, but the young and inexperienced ground personal. They claimed they didn't know anything. A mad Swede, a madder Britt, and even more upset Japanese tried to make the girls call their boss, or the ramp agent, or someone at Wizz, at least to get to know any information or prognose for departure. They claimed that no one knew, and they had no telephone number, and if they would have a telephone number, no one would know anyway. The effect was that 178 of the 180 passenger were swearing and screaming. NEVER Wizz again was the consensus.
All what Wizz should do is to inform the passengers that there was a problem and they were about to fix it. They could have said 5 or 24 or whatever hours, and everyone would have been maybe not happy, but they would calm down, and THEN been VERY happy for the ONLY two hours delay. Why do they never learn, those carriers?? Kajsa??? Linda???
Anyway, we arrived safely in London, and some very good days with loads of food and wine, shopping, Mamma Mia and Natural Historical Museum, where was a short time exhibition "Inside Animals" just like "Bodies" but with 4 leggers instead of humans.
Soon we'll be heading good old T&G, and tomorrow morning we will watch the qualifying for the Grand Prix in China. Well, at least me and m. M will probably stay in bed and have sweet dreams... :-)

Wonderful Wizz...
            
British easter egg
            
The smallest shower in the world???
            
a Pub???? :-o
            
An inside out elephant
            

            

            
2 professional meat eaters .-)
            



            
After two hours in Londons biggest toy store, m settled for two small plysch animals of the total worth of 7 British Pounds
            
m's other shopping, mine and M's didn't fit into the pictuire...