Located in Dob utca near Mummus, but completely unrelated to it, is Budapest’s very own second-hand sex shop. Many words come to mind, such as gross, nausea and disgusting. Got any of your own?

This is a rather strange and pink sculpture on the wall of the Kálvin tér underpass in central Budapest. I’m not going to say what it resembles, but if you thought what indeed you’re thinking, well you’re the perverted one, not me!

When you go out and see a woman sunbathing topless, if you’re a guy, of course you’re going to look. I’m sure that’s part of why some women do it in the middle of a public park. What you don’t do, however, is what the guy in the photo is doing above. That’s just poor form, and ruins it for the rest of us, not to mention creepy.

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No, this is not some exclusive beach where I was taking shots with a camera hidden in a sack. I was standing on sidewalk of Margit Bridge, as these people were tanning on the southern, paved tip of Margit Island. What was funny, or sad now that I think about it, was that just before I took this picture, I saw people hiding behind posts or trees with telephoto lenses.

Thing is, none of the people bathing without their tops were even that hot, and it’s just so much easier to download stuff from the internet.

I’m sure more than one or two random Americans have entered this pub thinking “oh yeah!” only to find that it’s actually, well, just a drinking establishment. I can imagine their disappointment as they go in, expecting some kind of fully nude pole dancing, only to find some dude standing there, asking what they’ll have to drink.

Unlike the Spread Eagle in Shoreditch, which actually used to be a strip club, this one is just, (sadly, depending on your perspective), a pub. A very misleadingly named pub no less.

My knowledge of the Polish language is absolutely nonexistent beyond the most useful phrase “na zdrowie,” which you say when you toast with drinks, hence its importance. As such, I have absolutely no idea what the advertisement above, in a toilet stall no less, is actually saying.

Maybe it means that the two different forms of rubbers are actually interchangeable?  I don’t know, although I’m guessing you could hold papers together with a condom if you needed to, and given enough rubber bands pulled tight enough, you could use it as a form of contraception. Then it would be ribbed for her pleasure, although definitely not for the guy.

As our train pulled into Poznań Główny train station, this is what we saw. I’m not sure what this means, but it’s an interesting thing to see upon arriving in any city. Except Amsterdam, since it’s expected there.

I spent about 1.5 weeks in the UK and a long weekend in Poland for a wedding recently, so the upcoming random pictures and stuff will probably hop around between those two, and occasionally Hungary as well.

You can see how other countries are stereotyped over here.