According to the Oxford, a kludge is “an ill-assorted collection of parts assembled to fulfil a particular purpose.” which – given that we’ve taken to calling it /klʌdʒ/ – seems fair.
It’s difficult to know what else to say, really.
The city didn’t really redeem itself, but we had a nice little wander round to give it a chance, had some lunch – O’Peter’s Irish Pub; we should’ve known better – then got ourselves together for the trip to Budapest tomorrow.
I also made reservations online for our train from Prague to Berlin (6.30 start, but we’ll cope!) then the Berlin to Amsterdam connection which we’ll take after a walk around Berlin with a friend who’s meeting us at the HBF.
The weather remained resolutely dull, but we forced ourselves out nonetheless. We visited the museum square, had a look in a church, avoided some Jehovah’s Witnesses, had lunch, went shopping for supplies for our on-the-train lunch tomorrow, then pottered about the Airbnb cleaning up and packing.
I actually ventured out in the evening with someone I met in Oradea, who showed me the park, a casino, some tourist traps and the stadium, and his university faculty building, then declared his undying hatred for the place. The Jehovah’s Witnesses hadn’t moved.
People from Oradea are proud of their city and think it’s much nicer than Cluj-Napoca.
Yup.
