09-02-2016, 04:16 PM
Wed and Thursday Aug 23-24
I’ll tell you up front, not a lot happens on Thursday.
Finally, the long delayed trip to Eger was happening. Just a man, a camera, and a destination. HK remains bedridden so it’s up to me find the spots.
I had talked to Rita Lazar, but she had said the person to really see was Norbert Maday. This seems to be the response from everyone. But Rita did give me the address of Piller’s boyhood home, the house where the plaque is mounted. I had at least one destination.
I also had the Eger sports museum. According to Miss Lazar, all the good stuff was in Budapest.
But I had to see for myself didn’t I?
Eger lies about 120km east of Budapest. Sandor took a long odd route through the back roads of Pest just to get us to the motorway. I fell asleep somewhere near the Formula 1 race track.
Without too much trouble, Sandor found Piller’s house. But something odd was happening to me. I wasn’t feeling all that well. I had mocked HK for being weak and gloating that I had broken him, but I guess now it was my turn.
In the selfie, I took in front of Piller’s house, I look decidedly unwell. I managed to through the museum without too much bother, but there was something up with my internals. The museum itself was a complete bust. The guide showed me the two spots related to Piller. One was a big picture of him and all the other Eger Olympic athletes. The other was a short description of his 1932 exploits.
There was also a carved block outside that listed the games and who attended them from Eger. More chances to see Piller’s name carved in stone.
Since I had come all this way, I had planned to see the sites of Eger. But as I walked around the town, I started to feel worse and worse. I went to a Spar market for some drugs but all they carried was food. I asked for a pharmacy but it was at the opposite end of the town from where I stood.
I hit rock bottom just inside the gates of Eger castle. I tried to force my body to climb the path to the top so I could be inside the walls of Eger’s most famous attraction, but I just couldn’t do it. I turned and headed back to find Sandor.
I got in the car and asked Sandor to find me pharmacy. It took a few back and forths for him to understand I was sick and I wanted something to relieve the cramping in my stomach. We finally found a pharmacy on a side street that was just about to close up for the day.
They didn’t speak English, so I had to pantomime vomiting for them to understand what I was after in the shop. I showed the box to Sandor to make sure it was the right medicine for what ailed me. It could have been morning after pills for all I knew.
In a weird feverish haze, we drove back to Budapest. I went up to my room and promptly went to bed for the next 36 hours. I woke up in the middle of the night with my sheets completely soaked with sweat.
For Thursday, I cancelled the planned interview with Tamas Kovacs. I spent the day taking the medication, drinking water and feeling cramps in my belly. I left the room long enough for the maid to come in and change the sheets. Thursday was the first day of the entire trip there were no pictures on my cel phone.
In the evening, I dozed while watching music videos on the German Language channel. I didn’t eat anything all day. I emailed HK to tell him he was not alone in his suffering.
I’ll tell you up front, not a lot happens on Thursday.
Finally, the long delayed trip to Eger was happening. Just a man, a camera, and a destination. HK remains bedridden so it’s up to me find the spots.
I had talked to Rita Lazar, but she had said the person to really see was Norbert Maday. This seems to be the response from everyone. But Rita did give me the address of Piller’s boyhood home, the house where the plaque is mounted. I had at least one destination.
I also had the Eger sports museum. According to Miss Lazar, all the good stuff was in Budapest.
But I had to see for myself didn’t I?
Eger lies about 120km east of Budapest. Sandor took a long odd route through the back roads of Pest just to get us to the motorway. I fell asleep somewhere near the Formula 1 race track.
Without too much trouble, Sandor found Piller’s house. But something odd was happening to me. I wasn’t feeling all that well. I had mocked HK for being weak and gloating that I had broken him, but I guess now it was my turn.
In the selfie, I took in front of Piller’s house, I look decidedly unwell. I managed to through the museum without too much bother, but there was something up with my internals. The museum itself was a complete bust. The guide showed me the two spots related to Piller. One was a big picture of him and all the other Eger Olympic athletes. The other was a short description of his 1932 exploits.
There was also a carved block outside that listed the games and who attended them from Eger. More chances to see Piller’s name carved in stone.
Since I had come all this way, I had planned to see the sites of Eger. But as I walked around the town, I started to feel worse and worse. I went to a Spar market for some drugs but all they carried was food. I asked for a pharmacy but it was at the opposite end of the town from where I stood.
I hit rock bottom just inside the gates of Eger castle. I tried to force my body to climb the path to the top so I could be inside the walls of Eger’s most famous attraction, but I just couldn’t do it. I turned and headed back to find Sandor.
I got in the car and asked Sandor to find me pharmacy. It took a few back and forths for him to understand I was sick and I wanted something to relieve the cramping in my stomach. We finally found a pharmacy on a side street that was just about to close up for the day.
They didn’t speak English, so I had to pantomime vomiting for them to understand what I was after in the shop. I showed the box to Sandor to make sure it was the right medicine for what ailed me. It could have been morning after pills for all I knew.
In a weird feverish haze, we drove back to Budapest. I went up to my room and promptly went to bed for the next 36 hours. I woke up in the middle of the night with my sheets completely soaked with sweat.
For Thursday, I cancelled the planned interview with Tamas Kovacs. I spent the day taking the medication, drinking water and feeling cramps in my belly. I left the room long enough for the maid to come in and change the sheets. Thursday was the first day of the entire trip there were no pictures on my cel phone.
In the evening, I dozed while watching music videos on the German Language channel. I didn’t eat anything all day. I emailed HK to tell him he was not alone in his suffering.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm