
Balatongyörök, Hungary
I’m a huge fan of the Balaton. In winter. Not in summer. I thoroughly dislike it in summer. But in winter it’s magical. There’s a
I’m a huge fan of the Balaton. In winter. Not in summer. I thoroughly dislike it in summer. But in winter it’s magical. There’s a
Balatongyörök is one of the ribbon villages that have attached themselves to the parcel that is Keszthely. As you drive out of Keszthely towards Szigliget,
Where has the summer gone? Is it my imagination or is time flying by ever so quickly, much quicker than years ago when it seemed
My geography is terrible. My Hungarian geography is particularly bad. Add that to a horrible sense of direction and the countless times I’ve gotten lost
As the temperatures soar, my levels of tolerance drop. There is a direct correlation between how hot it is and what sort of mood I’m
‘Do you mind me asking how old you are? he said. ‘How old do you think?’ I replied. ‘I can’t see how you could be
Well, I finally made it to the Hungarian Sea. To Balaton (or to ‘the Balaton’) as is said here. The typical Friday afternoon crawl of cars heading down to to