Having arrived in Budapest, I discovered that I'd accidentally brought a little stuffed goat that Beloved Wife bought for me the first time we visited Cyprus. I took a picture and entitled it "Goats Do Roam".
This is far from the first idea on the blogosphere in which some form of mascot features in travel blogs. Nevertheless, I ended up carrying this little mascot in my backpack throughout my travels around Budapest. It's the alternative to Yet Another View That Looks Like A Postcard and neatly sidesteps the Souvenir Selfie. I don't know why I didn't think of doing this years ago.
Suddenly confronted by some random stranger who demanded to know the animal's name, I blurted out, "Caesar," and now it's stuck.
So the pun works on several levels:-
Goats do Roam all over Budapest, Frankfurt, and the UAE.
Goats do Roam is an acceptable wine, itself a pun on Côtes du Rhône.
Goats de Rome is why he's called Caesar.
|The window of Bedroom 1 just before the renovation started|
|Budapest and the Danube from the Citadel|
Glühwein is basically Christmas in a bottle
|Christmas snow outside the Gellert Hotel|
|Outside the New York Café,|
where there are several winged satyrs holding light sconces
|And opposite the New York cafe, another satyr|
|In the central market, USSR-era military hats|
that were all Size Tiny
|A piper. I briefly busked nearby|
and made precisely zero money
|And it seems to be cake o'clock|
|And at Budapest (petting) zoo|
|Christmas markets. We went to Frankfurt this year rather than Munich,|
and spent a long (UAE National Day) weekend drinking
Glühwein and eating junk
|One of those 'notorious' Friday brunches|
|A break from Budapest, and I managed to get the bike out|
Abu Dhabi Desert Challenge
|I got back from Budapest just in time to be an ADDC marshal. Caesar called shotgun|
|Caesar became the Finish Team mascot|