Every now and then I plan a post
and then somehow things get out of hand and oh wow, it’s next year in March. To
my excuse, our fearless outing into further urban forestage took place just
before Sziget, and we kind of got busy with other stuff afterwards. Also,
really, it’s only just September and the weather promises to be quite splendid
in the weekend to come, so you might get inspired to follow our trail and
explore Harmashatár-hegy. (In a rare flicker of knowledgeability, let me inform
you that Harmashatár-hegy means mountain of the three borders and got its
present name in the 19th Century, as until 1873 it constituted the border of
Buda, Óbuda and Pesthidegkút.)
To convince you of just how
professional we are at doing things, let’s start with the fact that one of us
was wearing flip flops on a forest trail- because, obviously, the title of
worst urban explorers ever is something you must actively work towards. Furthermore,
we hadn’t even really planned to go to Harmashatár-hegy, we just sort of went
out in the worst summer heat, took a bus from Kolosy square (I actually had to
google the stop to figure it out, and also concluded the bus must have been the
65)and it dumped us by a forest trail.
We then absolutely incompetently
followed this trail until we noticed the TV tower, which is something we had
always wanted to check out- except perhaps on the very day when we finally
did. The TV tower is one of my beloved
running companions on Margit Island-quite naturally it doesn’t run along with
me, since that is not a very TV-towery thing to do, but I like to measure my
progress on the Buda side comparing it to the tower’s position. So it was great
to see it up close and personal and muse on existential truths such as how at
that very moment some (frankly very crazy) runners were circling the island,
perhaps measuring their progress to the tower.
Once we passed the TV tower we
noticed the presence of two restaurants nearby and decided to indulge in a
plentiful meal. Unfortunately though our incompetence shone its dim light once
again, as we did not take into account the fact that it was high season for
weddings, and therefore both Hangár and Udvarház were engaged in such utterly preposterous activities.
A bit discouraged by this
setback, we then looked for a trail which exists in the feverish imagination of
both Google and Here maps, but fails to do so in reality. This lead us onto
what was in all likelihood the mother of all detours followed by a rather steep
descent into someone’s backyard. Judging by their unfazed faces, both at our
arrival and that of a rowdy group of teenagers who had descended on an even
steeper trail, this happens quite a lot and they really can’t be bothered
anymore.
We, on the other hand, were
slightly bothered by the fact that we didn’t really know where we were, but
mercifully our maps could make better sense of our new location, and informed
us that we had arrived in the neighbourhood of Táborhegy, which is charming
albeit a bit too sedate for my tastes. The good people of Táborhegy, however,
had the IKEA catalogue comfortably ensconced in their post boxes, whereas our
inner city building was found unworthy of such honours.
Our trip ended here on the same
note of general incompetence which characterized it throughout with the
absolutely unexpected discovery of a BKK route. We thus became acquainted to
bus 237, which connects Jablonka street (where we were) with Szentlélek square
and dropped us off one stop earlier so we could, obviously, get lost looking
for a restaurant we’d already been to before. (Namely Harapó Mókus, about which we wrote here.)
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