I am quite conflicted when it comes to the pleasures of spending a day, and particularly more in a row, at the beach. The first time I planned for a real beach holiday, as in not the high school trip style stay, which was more about bars visited in the dead of night, cheap food…
Sziget 25: A Retrospective in Pictures
In all honesty, this post should have probably been named a day in the life of the worst photographer in the world, but I kind of decided to make it more about other things, somewhat more important to the universe, than myself. Nevertheless, the day did start with a pretty awesome storm over the fair…
Sziget 25: The Best Concerts So Far
So one evening, while doing basically nothing, which is probably the perfect state to be be assaulted by Great Ideas, it dawned on me that since we are fast approaching an anniversary Sziget edition- 25 years for the festival itself, of which 15 years with me getting confused while looking for stages and missing acts…
Lost in Montparnasse
As already mentioned in this, let me fancifully call it ’Paris series’, for Paris is in many ways such a fanciful place itself, I am not your number one expert when it comes to navigating the city. And the epitome of my being confused about Paris has always been Montparnasse. Irrespective of which metro station…
Eger for the Clueless
The reason why I do not travel around Hungary based on throwing darts at the map is that a) I do not have a wall sized map of the country, and b) even if I had it, the dart would probably land off the map anyways, and after some convoluted calculations I would figure out…
Wonderwalls of Montmartre
A long long time ago, when the Internet was still not widely available- and a bit before I received my first beloved PC, with a box of a monitor and one of those tantalizingly slow modem connections- I was surfing the web on my father’s work computer looking for Interesting Things. Since, as already mentioned,…
The Five Sunrises
Whenever I sleep away from home, irrespective of how great the accommodation is or how tired I am, the first night is a bit of a struggle. The bed will invariably be positioned oddly, the smells are strange, even more so the sounds- or, should I happen to be in a remote place, the lack…
Dog Day Evening: Black Bartók @ A38
Sound Engineer’s Dog’s Log, Supplemental It’s hot, particularly so here on the deck. Spent most of the afternoon wondering what’s happening to me and the universe in general, and why am I so insanely hot. Concluded I’m here on the boat again, there’s a sound check for tonight’s concert, have no idea about the state…
Je N’Aime Pas Les Champs-Élysées
So this one is the confessional piece- as the title says it, because even bad things have a certain je ne sais quoi in French: I don’t like the Champs-Élysées. Or, even worse, I am totally immune to its charms. As far as I am concerned, it might as well not be there- something must surely…
Barlove Special Edition: In Search of Lost Coffee- Cuillier Abbesses
The odyssey began on Sunday, and I, the characteristically clueless heroine of this story, had no idea what lay in wait. Then again, I have a slight suspicion that no odyssey ever went according to plan, or it would be called a Japanese train schedule. It was on Sunday morning therefore that I said no…
Pocket Diary Budapest 