Twice a year Budapest gets filled with bikes, retaking the normally risky streets, then, the city leaves its constant flow and welcomes the avalanche of bikes ridden by the most common citizen and the most bizarre fellows... now being fully legal in Hungary I jumped from the Megalopolis that my beloved Mexico city is to the greatest Cyclolopolis...
during the gathering the british council gave free t-shirts to thousands
the ladies turned into critical misses
you could find some "chained street art"
tibet supporters
the bizarre
pseudo-mexicans (which were really from vienna)
the very europeans
and those who came to enjoy the great weather...
before the start all took their place
and waited with a smile
or with their messages... like my mate Gyurma and his tibetan flag
or their "day bike", as Dani did
many also lingered, ask Miki!
"The Critical Mister" Loaded...
we waited more, yet Joe took it as easy as always...
it was not later than we were crossing the Duna
and this geezer coultn't help it and started jammin'
after the crossing we chilled and found a spot to rest the legs...
but not for long, this dude not only couldn't get us beer from the shop, but got all cheeky about it...
not to mention he also stole the last beer we had! cheeky bastard indeed!
crossing the tunel...
and we had to stop cuz...
we had to take one of him and the parliament...
the dog insisted on coming, -"no way I was going to miss critical mass!!" (he barked...)
