Onocentaur, or maybe not

Not the sort of doorways you see around The Liberties, I must admit, but I guess these sorts of grand entrances that we came across from time to time in Budapest aren't that uncommon in the old cities of Northern Europe.

Spotmatic, 28mm, home-brew thiourea tone on Foma 133 paper.

Interesting fact: it occurred to me during our short trip that this was the first foreign trip I've made where I didn't take - or need - any local currency.  Hungary uses Florints - and there were 450 of them to the pound.  Not an easy number to do on-the-spot conversion, unless you round up to 500 in which case it's a little more straightforward.  Still, when you see something advertised at 14,000F it's still hard to get your head around the fact that equates to £28, more or less.  I think that was the cost (each) of our open top bus tour ticket for two days, which included a short river cruise.  The guy taking our money - well, scanning our credit card with his machine - was very pleasant and offered to throw in a third day for free.  Not much good to us when we only there for two days, unfortunately.  The cruise was an hour long and everyone told us to go near sunset so that we could appreciate the lights of Buda Castle and the Parliament Building.  We weren't that organised though - we'd spent the morning and most of the afternoon hoofing around the city before we found ourselves near the river.  We were in dire need of a sit-down so we just decided to go for it, earlier than planned which meant we missed the lights.  It was interesting enough but a cruise is just a cruise - not much to do other than look left and right and listen to the commentary.  Still, it was a welcome rest and the commentary was pretty good with lots of historical stuff as you might expect in such an important city.

What was surprising was that the subway machines (well, machine might be more accurate as usually only one seemed to be working), which looked like they were ancient, actually gave us tickets when we tapped our card.  Every other outlet - restaurant, pub, shop all were geared up for contactless, no matter how small or large the transaction.  It still seemed weird that we were able to take a 3-hour flight, walk around a city in a foreign land for a couple of days and not even think about (or use) cash for anything.  'Tis the future, begorrah - right now.

Initially I had this as a Pegasus, but they are winged horses, so then I thought, Ah, a centaur.
But a bit of Googling (cheating, I know) tells me the centaur usually has 6 limbs - four of the horse and two human arms.
So this might be an onocentaur, but I'm not sure they have wings, so I'm back to square one on this.
Suggestions on a postcard, please (or comment below).

Postcard from Budapest

Last year I had a milestone birthday (60) and as a special treat my wife took me on a short trip to Budapest.  Yes, I know - but I'm worth it.  Haha.  Budapest was a city I had always wanted to visit, ever since I found out about the trip my uncle made to the city in the late 1930s (documented here, in case you've forgotten).   It didn't disappoint, although we only had two full days to explore, so it was a quick in-and-out.  The best part?  - we could fly direct from Belfast, which made the journey so much easier.  Well, except for the fact that we had to get up almost before we went to bed in order to make our early morning flight home. We went in October, which was probably a good time to go, since I'd imagine it gets very busy in the main tourist season.  The downside was the weather wasn't great - the first day was very dull and overcast, with some rain, so not much good for photography.  The second day was a bit brighter.  To be honest, although I had plans to shoot lots of film, in the end I only shot one roll. I think because it was the first big trip away for my wife and I without our daughter - we kind of focussed on enjoying the trip together and although I carried a camera I didn't much feel like breaking away on my own to do a bit of snapping.  So I came home with a few postcard shots and that was about it.  Still, a good excuse to return one day - and maybe for a bit longer next time.

The Danube, as it flows through Budapest.
Old Pentax, 28mm, HP5+ on Foma 133.  Thiourea toned.
The retro style of the paper suits this scene quite well, I think.

We stayed some way from the main drag and that ended up being a good move, since we got to see parts of the city that looked like they hadn't changed much since the days of the Soviet bloc, of which Hungary was very much a part.  Amazingly, it was only in 1991 that the last Soviet troops left the country.  I guess that went a large way to explain why everyone we saw over the age of about 50 looked liked they'd lived several lives, with a definite sense of world-weariness.  There was some serious poverty in evidence too - both men and women sitting (living?) on street corners with a cup for money and clothes that you and I would have thrown out a long time ago.  Of course down near the Danube, which was full to bust with large river cruisers like the one in the shot above, it was a different story - fancy hotels (Ritz-Carlton, for example) and plenty of designer shops.  I'm glad we got to see the other side of the city, although riding on the subway was, shall we say, interesting.  Not that we ever felt unsafe, but the subway stations look unchanged from those Soviet days.  

Looking west

 Still in a very cold and windy Portballintrae, but looking west this time:

That would be Inishowen Peninsula in Donegal way in the distance.
Blad/250mm/FP4+/Foma 133.  
I had a 10-stop ND filter on this one which took me down to about 8 seconds.

Runkerry Head

I finally got those last frames of FP4+ wasted and actually made it into the darkroom on Saturday morning.  I was a tad rusty, of course, but got something out in the end:

Looking out over Runkerry Beach towards the Causeway, which lies just beyond the headland
Blad/150mm/FP4+/Foma 133. 

I took this shot not far from the car park as it was ridiculously cold that day, with a wind that would clean you, as my mother would say.  My wife and I had intended going for a walk along the beach, but after about 5 minutes we both looked at each other and said 'Let's get back to the car'.  We shall no doubt return when the weather is a bit more clement.  June, perhaps.