Greece has always struck me as one of those things that should not work- but do. Alright, I hear your complaints here, for the sake of all that is holy, they are teetering on the edge of collapse every fortnight. Which is of course true, but there is truth beyond that as well- in spite…
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Pocket Trippin’: Hunedoara Castle
The Városliget in Budapest harbours the rather intriguing architectural specimen of the Vajdahunyad castle, an end of the 19th Century fever dream combining elements of disparate historical buildings from diverse Hungarian inhabited lands. While it’s not all bad in its entirety, it has always given me too much of a Frankenstein feeling to feel completely…
Visit to Velence (Which is Most Definitely Not Venice)
Landlocked countries seem to be forever in search of a sea. Since today’s geopolitical framework, to the chagrin of some, does not allow for much territorial rethinking, they have to make do with what’s already there. Enter the lakes. Since Romania has been blessed with a coldish, darkish, algae infested body of salt water-…
Devil’s in the Details: Istanbul Edition
Our blog’s lazy(ish) co-photographer has been convinced that his view of Istanbul is also required for the completeness of our incomplete impressions. And as you can see, he has a keen eye for details, half eyed felines, vintage newspapers, street art, Küçük Emrah and felines with both eyes in place who might or might not…
Bits of an Istanbul Summer
I loved both geography and history as I child (and I still do today, for that matter), so by the time I got around to travelling more seriously I had a well formed mental and emotional map of Europe, with places I felt I already knew and loved, places I wanted to discover and others…
June Random #2: The North-Western Turkey Edition
I have always been clumsy to infernally bad at reading maps, and orientation in general- it took me a year or so to get proficient at navigating the Blaha square underpass, and, occasionally, after 13 years of living in Budapest I can still waver for a few seconds when in the middle of it, not…
One Day in Istanbul
Spending one day in Istanbul and then trying to draw any conclusion from it is like studying a drop of water and then drawing conclusions on the ocean’s flora and fauna. So I won’t attempt anything and just let the pictures do the talking. …
Torino My Love
Sunday morning in Turin, and I was on a casual stroll on the foggy banks of the Po, when a little old lady with the compulsory little dog swaddled in a tiny jacket walks up to me. Mind you, in Italy even the dogs wear really thick jackets in what could only be indulgently called…
Sleepy Island in the Sun: Ráckeve
So I finally snapped into action regarding my let’s check where the other HÉVs are going plan and took H6 to its final stop in Ráckeve, some 30 kilometres south of Budapest’s city limits, on Csepel Island. First things first, after more than ten years of living here, it finally dawned on me that the…
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