Sunday we decided to visit the flatter part of Budapest, called Pest, on the east side of the Danube. We walked up to parliament and saw some statues and monuments and had lunch at an ethnic restaurant. We also saw the Basilica of St Stephen.

Later that evening we saw a musical in Hungarian and then went in search of food again and ended up at a local pub where we at pizza which I remember as being really tasty but that might be because I was again really hungry.
It is reassuring to know that despite any language differences that may exist between English and Hungarian, most of the important elements of a musical are easily identifiable: the love triangle, the overbearing father, the expendable minor character, the comedy relief character, the dream sequence that doesn't seem to quite make sense no matter how you try to interpret it, the grand finale song, and perhaps most importantly the tune of "Total Eclipse of the Heart."
Actually I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed the musical even though the dialog was mostly wasted on me. I can sort of understand how people can enjoy opera not in their own languages, although I'm not sure if I would have enjoyed it so much if it had lasted for 5 hours or if 3/4 of the plot was taken up with one really long death scene.
The most surprising element of the experience came at the end of the play when it came time for the audience to express their appreciation of the actors and musicians. It started off normally enough with the actors taking a bow and the audience clapping but once all of the actors were on stage the audience descended into synchronized clapping which slowed after the curtains were closed and then returned to the standard random clapping when the curtains opened for the second bow. This happened several times - random enthusiastic clapping, fast synchronized clapping, slow synchronized clapping, repeat of the curtain call. Why is it that Hungarian theater enthusiasts can manage to clap all together at several speeds and Christians in church can only barely manage to clap together on the off beat - or was that only something that happened during high school chapel? Anyway by the end of the applauding I was beginning to feel like we were back at the ballet but with all of the clapping moved to the end of the performance instead of at the end of every piece. Fortunately however a standing ovation does not seem to be part of the standard procedure so not to many excess calories were burned - those all had to be saved for the search for post theater snacks.