2013-10-08: Day 13
One of the joys of taking the Metro to work is that on the return journey you can get off at different stops and take a look around.
Tonight Árpád híd had the pleasure of our company. Went to a small place near the station where, understandably, Hungarian was the dialect of choice. Being multi-lingual at ordering beer (or mono-lingual depending upon how you choose to view grunting and pointing) this held no fears. Mine was the second round to purchase and I was under the impression that this was very much a pay at the bar per round joint.
Then I was thrown utterly.
The lass behind the bar wrote something down on a piece of paper and didn't seem to immediately turn to me for payment. Assuming I was wrong I turned and headed back to the table beer in hand. No cries, no screams or even mild gesticulation so we carried on casually setting the world to rights.
Next round and there seems to be a little confusion at the bar. Thankfully someone has a smattering of English and is able to translate and shed light on the thoroughly confused face that is being charged for four beers whilst only trying to purchase two.
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