I owe you a more detailed description of the Hungarians I interacted with at home.

As I said already, crossing the border, I did not feel the "good feeling" in my stomach, I did not get emotional at all.

We stopped at the "ex"-border between Hungary and Austria, at the reststop to buy Motorway ticket for Hungary.

Mrs. Smith went there to buy it, and she was not sure how much it cost in Hungarian Forint and if she could pay by card, so she asked. This was the first mistake.

The cashier lady was a real grumpy one, and she told on Mrs. Smith, why she did not know how much the ticket cost in Forint. LOL :)

Anyway after this experience, I could not really say so much nice things. The real advantage of the Hungarian official system, is that I received my passport in 4 days after the application with "normal" priority speed. You can not beat this speed in the UK. From the moment I had been photographed, and my fingerprint taken, exactly 4 days later, the postman brought the brand new passport with the new chip inside, valid for 10 years. Perfect.

We also met some real helpful people in the office, shops, etc, which I was surprised of.

But let's see some of the positive and the negative part of the journey. The positive will be written in red. 

Shopping: 

• The shopping troleys still work only with coins. (not like in the UK) I am asking, who the feck wants to steal troleys?
• The grocery prices are in many cases HIGHER than in the UK but at least equal. (I was comparing Hungarian Tesco and UK Tesco prices) I was surprised of the ammount I had to pay for a small grocery shopping. (Frying oil for over 2 quid? C'mon, this is bullsh*t)
• Salami. Lots of Hungarian salami and sausages. Finally we could buy some real tasty salami we did not have it for a long time. Pastries. Another good mark for Hungary. The variety of the fantastic cakes, and pastries. But I would say this is really national specific rather than service difference
• Cashiers: Incredible queues at the cashiers. Tesco probably does not employ enough people, and they try to save up on cashiers too. The queues at least 10 customers each. I had to learn to stand in long queue again.
• Card payment - Forget the quick efficient card payment as it is in the UK. In Hungary it does not matter that you have the chip on your debit card, still needs to be swiped and wait for the fcking slow terminal to print the receipt. And during the payment and the wait, people behind you in the queue are complaining why it takes so long, and cursing you why you did not use cash instead. The debit card usage in Hungary also different than in the UK. You can see at every month, that when it is payday, queues are behind the cash machines, and EVERYBODY withdraws all of their salary in cash. Then after this they will all pay by cash in further transactions. Mad. Unfortunately as the shops have to pay comissions after every card transactions, noone is motivated to pay by card. I got used to it to pay everything by card, so I do not have to deal with the change, etc. Well, I had to reconsider this in Hungary.

Surroundings:

• Dirt. Dirt everywhere you look. At the roadside, on the streets, on the pavement. The bins on the streets are rarely emptied, rubish flooding over. Dogshit is everywhere. You do not see bins especially for dogwaste. No, my friend. In Hungary people do not pick up the shit after the dog finished its business. That is DISGUSTING.
• No parks. And even if there are some green patches between the old socialistic panel buildings, those green "lawns" are filthy with dogshit, cigarette ends, and general waste.
• Ads. This I noticed just this time. Unbelievable ammount of advertisement everywhere. You can see huge posters which covers the whole side of a 10-story building. You can see an ad-board in the elevator. (Lift-ads) You can see them in boards, stand in private gardens. You can see them bloody everywhere. You have a clean visual picture of the town. And this picture is vibrant puzzle-like, with 1000 colours. And this is because of the small ads everywhere. You can find ads on the lamp-posts. In the bus stops. (And don't get me wrong, I am not talking about the illegal ads, I am talking about the legally posted ones) And what sort of advertisement I am talking about? EVERY KIND. "Pet-cosmetic", "pallet buy-sell", "wrecked cars buy-sell", "bookeper", "lawyer", "magnetic matrac", "PVC floor SALE", "well digging service" etc. etc. And there are lots of commercial ads too. All you see in the TV, see it again on the streets. 
  It seems the Hungarians, sold out all the spare places they had for advertisement. They sold everything for money. And this made the whole picture disturbing for the eye. Those who live in it, don't notice anymore. But telling you, this is really bad. When I came back to the UK, it was great to see the absence of these ads. My eye could rest at last. I have a request for my fellowe Hungarians who still live in Hungary. Please go out for a walk and look around in the city. Not just look, but SEE these things. How nasty they are. And how ugly. 
• Modesty
  I saw buildings. Without the number plates. Then I saw a building's entrance. Above the door was the at least 30 year old, broken plastic lamp-shell. And on the broken plastic shell, they formed the number 42, by duct tape. How modest is that? This is not the case of poverty, this is MODESTY. Probably a proper number plate for the building cost, not more than 5 quid in a BBQ equivalent store. There are around average 50 flats in a building. You do the math. 10p/flats. No question. 
  The biggest problem, that the people does not feel the NEED to live in a nice enviroment. They just don't give shit about it. Their eyes get used to it visually, and after a couple months, it does not bother them anymore.Which is wrong.
  I visited my friends place in Budapest, where we spent 3 days. They live on the 9th floor of the 10-story panel building. Disappointing. I can not describe how ugly is their stairway, how insecure I felt in the elevator, (lots of ads here too). The elevator looked like noone checked it in the last 30 year. The vinyl floor in the corridors and stairways, are at least 30 year old. The glue already let the edges go, so they curving up, and the color is pale. Many places they show burn marks of  cigarettes. I was calculating, the vinly change would be 3 quid/sqm. Which would be not more than 10 sqm / per floor. One floor has 3 flats. Calculate it.
  So it is still not the case of money. When I mentioned to my friend she started thinking, and came up with the idea to talk to the neighbours to change the vinyl floor. Progress. :-)
• Cars are dirty. People don't spend money to get them washed. Public transport vehicles are dirty. Some of them so filthy, you barely can look out the window. No money in the public transport? We have ongoing embezzlement cases of stealing  5 million quid from the Main public transport company. So there is money, but going on the wrong way.
• Rust. Rust is eating through everything. You can see the lamp posts, the electric wire posts, the handrails, etc. And these objects are not getting repainted. The summer heat, and winter cold breaks up the paint on them, and make it peel off in small pieces. Looks like everything is getting older year by year, and not getting fixed. Disappointing 

 The pictures I found and posted from the internet, not took myself.