Three return tickets to Tata offered the inviting prospect of
an exploration of the industrial landscape and countryside outside of Budapest.
Tata, Wikitravel told us, was located less than an hour from the imposing
beauty of the Keletti Station in Hungary’s capital.
Situated between mountains and containing much picturesque
beauty, the arrival and the journey were both bound to enthrall. The station stop
identified on the board at Keletti Station was Tatabanya, of which we assumed Tata
was the diminutive. Disembarking nearly an hour later, we found the station a
splendid homage to communist brutalist architecture, and no less attractive for
that.
For anyone familiar with Kőbánya-Kispest in Budapest, this was a special
treat. No sign yet in Tatabanya station of the gentrification that has begun to
afflict Kőbánya, or at least its adjacent shops. Water poured down on the
inside of Tatabánya station as we took the bridge across the tracks to the
station entrance. Deciding, sensibly, to see what time the trains back were, I
realised that Tatabánya was in fact a distant cousin of the Tata we had planned
to see. As the next train would not be along for another 45 minutes we decided
to explore the station complex further. The ubiquitous “Relay” proffered soft
drinks and snacks, however the station’s toilets offered essential relief.
Tightly guarded by a man whose life appeared to alternate between them and the
bar next door, they were, at 100 Forints, arguably overpriced. That said, the provision
of two sheets of toilet paper was a kindness that helped offset the olfactory
onslaught contained in the Gents’ section. From a vantage point outside we
gazed over the lines of empty tables below, suggesting a flea market that today
hadn’t quite hit its stride. One table had a selection of cheap clothing on
offer, looking lonely alongside the banks of unoccupied green trestle tables
that dominated the scene. Walking down below to the car park I stared at the
town below, caught in a time warp that the range of international names in the
adjacent mall could not detract from.
We were delighted to see “Roxxy Music (and Café)” ahead of
us. I only wished that we had taken the time to explore the venue. Perhaps it
would have been a wall to wall tribute to Britain’s finest exponents of art
rock, necessarily adding an “X” in order to avoid a law suit from a passing
Bryan Ferry, unable, no doubt, to appreciate the joke.
A while later we caught
the train to Tata. We passed the International Spar and rows of bungalows with
more than a hint of the shtetl about
them, each one growing their own vegetables and quite a few had animals in tow.
Tata itself was more in keeping with the advanced billing. A notice outside
told of the weekend’s entertainment back up the line at The Roxxy. “AB/CD”
looked enticing, although perhaps not as much as “Elfsong”. I wondered if a
Roxy Music tribute band had ever trod the boards there, featuring, perhaps,
Ryan Fairy on vocals.
Tata itself was almost inevitably bound to disappoint given what
was available further on back down the road. The rain set in as we ignored the
bus stop outside Tata station. We headed to what we hoped was the centre of
town, past attractive new build and the curiously named Hotel Kiss. “Csókolom”
is the traditional greeting all Hungarians make to each other, literally
meaning “kiss it”….the hand, that is. We got more and more drenched before
deciding on an about turn in order to catch the next train back to Budapest. I
still wish we had stayed longer in Tatabánya. AB/CD are on tonight.