Alone in Budapest

In the morning, after one last breakfast, we bid farewell to our fellow passengers as we checked out of the cruise ship, happy to recover a modicum of independence and finally free of overeating and drinking a bit too much.

The experience of our first river cruise had been good but not extraordinary. The cabins were tiny, the engine noise terrible, the clostrophic sense hard to shake out and the regimentation a bit too much for our liking.

The food was great though. Real good French food, of course too rich and not a sustainable feeding formula if we wanted to stay svelte for the rest of our lives. Would we do it again? Probably not. How did we rate our experience on a scale of zero to ten, with ten being nirvana?

We’d still give it a generous eight. In summary the perfect “been there, done that”.