Coke and Communism...Together Again

Eww...a horrible day (initially). The subway troll gave me grief claiming my Budapest Card was "altered" yeah like I think that far in advance...So anyway, once that is cleared up I take a tram, a subway, and a bus to Castle Hill to buy stuff for peeps and see the military museum. After searching for the museum for 1/2 hour I am informed that its closed hence why I did not see its entrance...So I go for coffee at Cafe Miro and notice a green statue (tarnished bronze always looks this way) and I noticed that the horse's balls are a shiny bronze...do people rub them for luck a la Florence and Riga or is there a HORSE PERVERT loose? After this I go back to the hotel to drop stuff off so I can go to a museum on the far side of Budapest to buy a book (if Derek Blerot reads this story he will punch me in the head, but he's mostly completely computer illiterate so I should be safe). Anyway, a 30 minute tram ride, get book, no cash, use interac, NOT..so go to a bank to get money...NOPE...phone CIBC, phone card dies...others are at the hotel. Therefore, i tram/subway back to the hotel and phone CIBC and screw up my password and proceed to answer 6 billion questions about my life....turns out it was a SECURITY CHECK..yeah thanx some robber is buying a book on photographs...I think not. So back to tram/subway et al, buy book, realize its 10 pounds and shake my head...SO now the day gets good as I head to the Communist Statue Park...Classic...The highlights...the irony of over priced Stalin candles, Lenin coffee cups, funny t-shirts, and the last breath of communism in a can being hawked at the shop...So I bought some postcards (cheap) and a COKE ZERO (over priced) and chortled over the whole situation...I even got to listen to some Soviet music via an old radio that I took an audio video of...My day finished with an Italian meal of gnocchi, wine, and ice cream...Vienna tomorrow..Hali's birthday...and yes, expect some drunken stupidity as I come in contact with people again...Also, the subway tramp that I give money to in the morning gets the last of my coins...And possible a book of photographs...Why couldn't I just collect stamp chunks?