(I apparently brought the wrong camera hook up for my computer so no photos for now.)
By the time I got my affairs in order Wednesday there was only time for an evening jaunt around Pest, where my hostel is situated. I found a cheap 'bufe' run by a solitary chinese woman for dinner, then wandered around the streets. The only interesting thing I saw took place when I sat down in a public park. The center of the park had the inevitable Soviet era monument, a stone cenotaph with cyrillic and hungarian text. No doubt something about heroes of socialist labor.
As I sat to read my book I noticed an unusual statue to my right. In the middle of one of the park entrances was a bronze, life-size man seemingly striding into the park. Kadar? I thought. He was the Soviet puppet in charge of this place for decades. Maybe Bartok, the musical patron saint of Hungary? I was mildly curious so I drifted over to see.
A plaque between the cobblestones said simply, Ronald Reagan.
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