My great chagrin about Western European cities is that they have no cats. Well, they do, they must have some, but their cats are not fully fledged members of the polis, they do not wander around in that self assured way of a feline basking in the knowledge that she owns- the house, the garden,…
Food and Other Glorious Aspects- Belgrade Guide Part Four
There comes a point in your life when you stare into the abyss, and the abyss stares back, smiles, and says hello. More precisely in our case, amidst a refreshing spring shower, it said zdravo. Or so it seemed to me, as I was very focused on it, on its shiny frothy blackness reflecting the…
Everything You Haven’t Come to Expect- Belgrade Guide Part Three
Paris has the Eiffel Tower. London has Big Ben. Rome has the Colosseum. And Belgrade has the weirdly shaped naked man who was shipped up to the fortress so the citizens of the fair capital don’t have to stare at his manhood in the heart of the city, for where it was originally planned. Well,…
Slow Train to Happiness- Belgrade Guide Part Two
As promised then, here it goes, some super practical advice on planning a trip to Belgrade. How to get there. If you are situated on another continent, on the planet Vulcan or in any of the countries adjacent to Serbia, the fail safe bet is teleportation. Alternatively, if you’re from the 19th century, time…
A Lovely Big Mess- Belgrade Guide Part One
Due to the great popularity of Greek travel advice (it’s early in the morning, the storm is over, and I just had coffee, so I can afford to be a bit smug, I’d say), I decided to give the same several installment treatment to Belgrade- which is definitely less of a tourist attraction than the Greek islands, but…
If It’s May, It’s Soup
The way you can most safely predict the first real summery weekend of May in Budapest is by checking the date of the soup day held at the Finnish embassy- the method has been working wonderfully in the past four years, it worked just as splendidly this time, and will hopefully stick to the…
Tripping in Suburbia
I don’t know about you, but I have always longed to discover my spirit animal- it might have begun with those hard fought battles deciding which Winnie the Pooh character I wished to resemble more. Yes, those tragic days before Buzzfeed tests, when you had to make up your own mind instead of just…
Of Musical Contests and Village Fairs
As I am a person who always gets her priorities right, I spent quite a considerable chunk of my time a few days ago musing over why can’t I get the Eurovision vibe this year. For I must confess to being a total Eurovision fiend, and a proud one at that. The idea of guilty…
I Was The Sziget Guinea Pig- So You Don’t Have to Be
Since I am working super scientifically here, I will start alphabetically, with the suspiciously named Afrojack. I’ll also be honest- he was dead and buried as soon as I saw that most of his Youtube output is shared with Martin Garrix. I did give another song a go, also a collab, with someone named Fais,…
A Very Dark Show- Moderat @ Akvárium
Every now and then you like a film so much you take it with you pretty much everywhere- in one such development, whenever I listen to German electronic music of the Kraftwerk variety, I have a, well, let’s call it acid flashback of The Dude in the Coen brother’s Big Lebowski distrustfully staring at a…
Pocket Diary Budapest 