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Why I love living in Budapest No. 4

Lomtalanítás…spring cleaning, Budapest style. Boring garage sales, yard sales, or car boots are not for Hungarians. Instead, twice a year, on a day pre-arranged by those

Why I love living in Budapest No. 5

You just never know what you’ll find in this city. You think you have it sussed. You think you know your streets. And then, you

Hey Mr Squirrel

The last time I sat in a room listening to a man with a guitar, a mouth organ, and a sense of humour was on

The Catch 22

 I am not political. I have never been political. The permutations and combinations that need to be worked out in order to decide who gets

Irish goulash or Hungarian stew?

Way back in 1957, American author James Michener immortalized a little bridge on the Hungarian/Austrian border. In his book, The Bridge at Andau, Michener chronicles

Hotline to heaven

I was born and raised an Irish Catholic. My baptismal certificate might say “Roman Catholic” but I prefer to think of myself as “Irish Catholic”.

Saps and saplings

I have amused myself to the point of inanity in recent months trying to work out a pattern to BKV’s seemingly random staffing of controllers

Butterflies, tigers and Budapest bars

Art is making something out of nothing and selling it… or so said the legendary Frank Zappa…and I think he said it after one of

Hungarian Roadtrip: Budapest to Sárospatak via Tokaj

It’s about 248 km from Budapest to Sárospatak if you take the highways and stay on course, but that’s what trains and bus tours are for.

Gorgeous girls and goosefat

I am very fortunate to have some wise and wonderful Hungarian friends who are extremely knowledgeable and clued in. Between them, they have managed to

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