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July 28, 2008

Budapest in the late 90s

Budapest from the hills
One of the consequences of my Mum's death is that I'm having to sort through all my junk I had stored at her place. In one box, I found 3 old APS films that I shot in the late 90s. I sent them for scanning at Photo Express, and the results dropped on my desk this morning. Amongst the images were a small selection of shots from my first trip to Budapest, in late 1999. I was there to report on the emerging commercial property market for Europroperty.

I returned some years later, and you can see the results elsewhere on this blog, but, while the later pictures are objectively better, I kinda like the colourful simplicity of the earlier ones. It does catch the mood of the city at the time, as you can see in the next shot:
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October 8, 2004

A statue by the river


A statue by the river, originally uploaded by Adam Tinworth.

October 4, 2004

Budapest roof


Budapest roof, originally uploaded by Adam Tinworth.

September 29, 2004

Hammer man

Budepest graffiti

Budapest: the changing city

By the river in BudapestI first visited Budapest some five years ago. Like this visit, it was a brief, two day stay on business. By coincidence I stayed in the same hotel both times, and the walkway between the river and the hotel became something of a marker for the progress in the city in that half decade. That walk, photographed last week, is on the right. (Click on image for a larger version.)

Back in 1999, the city was in the throes of opening itself up to outside investment for the first time. Human nature being what it is, the locals found every possible means of extracting money from people. I first became aware of this while flicking through the hotel magazine, and finding the back half of it stuffed with extremely unsubtle adverts for prostitutes.

The prevalence of the city's sex trade became obvious at the end of my first day there, when another journalist and I excused ourselves from post-dinner drinks in a restaurant in the city centre and walked along the river back to the hotel. Every five yards down that walk, we were propositioned. I was shocked, embarrassed and angered in turn. (I was much more callow five years ago than I am now.) The journalist walking with me, a man well into his middle age, was delighted and then disappointed, when he realised that he'd brought precious little money with him. It was just as well. Bringing back an STD as a souvenir of a work trip is almost certainly no fun at all.

Five years on, the scene had changed. The whoreverts had disappeared from the hotel magazine, and in all the city literature I could find, bar that given out by taxi touts at the airport and the official welcome pack from the city we got in our delegate bags. Clearly, the market has evolved. Minimise the street tarts, and target the wealthy businessmen who catch taxis and attend conferences. The evening certainly reinforced that impression. I sat outside the hotel, happily enjoying a beer in the surprisingly mild evening air, and noticed that there wasn't a single prostitute in sight. In an hour's observation, the only vaguely suspicious types were a couple of (fully-dresssed) young women who were lingering outside the hotel to the mixed amusement and annoyance of the doormen.

Five years. Long enough to gentrify the sex trade.

September 21, 2004

Tired, busy and about to fly

Wow. Some conferences are really tightly scheduled. This was one of them. I've only had a couple of hours free in the last 48 hours to explore the city at all, and I spent most of it taking photos. They'll have to wait until I get back to Britain. I'll try to get a few up this evening, but don't hold your breath.

I don't know. When did they decide that conferences overseas should be work?

September 20, 2004

My view

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September 19, 2004

Greetings from Budapest

My busy weekend is finally over, and I'm a long way from where it started. I'm typing this in the Hotel Intercontinental in Budapest, which I'm delighted to learn has broadband net access. That's one way to keep a journalist happy.

I've really lucked out with this trip. I'm here covering the Corenet Global conference, and have been given a 9th floor room with a view overlooking the river and the palaces opposite. Pictures in the morning.....

I am a terrible air traveller, by the way. I hate flying with a passion, although I can distract myself from this fact with a really good book, if I try. The journey over was fairly painless, though. The drive to the airport was delayed by roadworks on the A12, but that was compensated for by a happy, chatty bus driver from the car park to the airport departures. "You're flying Hungarian Airlines are you? You'll be alright," he opined. "The pilot'll want to get home this time of night."

The guy was spot on. We arrived in Budapest airport early, and a chatty taxi driver whisked me in a Mercedes (!) to the hotel. He'd visited London, he revealed as he overtook a stream of traffic at 120 kph, before neatly slipping back into his own lane. "It was nice for a visit, a week or two, yah?"

"But?"

"It is too busy. I would not like to live there."

He also, to be fair, hated the speed cameras that litter London's roads. The city would not suit his driving style at all.

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