I was walking up to the top of a hill in Keelung, to kill some time before my boat left and after having done some clothes shopping for essentials for my holiday.
About half way up I came across a group of maybe half a dozen men sitting on a large rock. I must have looked at them quizzically. One said, we are Hungarian sailors. I continued on imagining what the life of a Hungarian sailor would be. Particularly when they were in port.
It also seems odd that Hungary, would generate many sailors given that it is a landlocked country.