“Finally, a REAL Hungarian man”
I was hanging out with a new friend I made in Budapest, via Twitter no less. A homeless guy approached us, stood in front of me and started speaking in Hungarian. My friend stepped in, speaking Hungarian to the man, gave him some change, and then the man left. My friend translated what the man had said to me. “Finally, a REAL Hungarian man!” My friend set him straight. Just a funny looking American.
In Hungary, almost every person on their paper currency features some sort of facial hair. Most of the statues, too, don mustaches and beards.
My handlebar mustache was uncommon among the people there,but it seemed to fit right in with their money and art. Their history.
I was a blast from the past.