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Stories from travels in

Hungary

A cellar of note

My head is easily turned. Some would say I’m fickle. Mapping the direction of my conversation would be a challenge. I have a tendency to

A blessing in disguise

We had a few hours to kill before our Glamping experience was due to start so we hit upon the neighbouring village of Noszvaj. We

Eger revisited

It had been a while since I’d been to Eger. I spent a weekend there once, the memory of which is tainted with just a

Escaping the city

Summer is coming. Short of moving to the Southern Hemisphere, there’s little I can do to avoid it. I’m not a hot weather person. There’s

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‘Ouch’, she cried. ‘What’s happened?’, I asked the group in general, as a rather large hairy man was blocking my view. ‘He’s just dropped his

Smile and say ‘Charminar’

I’m not a fan of having my photo taken. I will avoid it when possible and while lately it hasn’t been as arduous as in the

Church ceiling in Ráckeve

Making memories

When you work as freelancer, weekends and national holidays mean nothing. There are no set summer holidays, no half-terms, no winter breaks. There are no

Moving to the Balaton

I have an aversion to debt. The thoughts of having a mortgage brings me out in a cold sweat. And I know that if I

StreetCalling

The city is awash with conversations about immigrants and migration. Those in charge have launched a rather dubious poster campaign with billboards admonishing migrants not

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As is my wont, I wandered across the road for 6 o’clock mass to find the church packed to the rafters – standing room only.

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