Marshall in Strange Places

Venice

The days are are still short, the dark is still coming earlier than wanted – Hungary still resembles Mordor this is the time of year, and so my mind goes to brighter times during the summer.

The original plan was not Venice. It was Trieste. But at the last minute, we fought the Hungarian bus service bureaucracy and changed our tickets for the overnight bus to the Floating City.

We arrived all bleary eyed, found our way to our penzione, which was in a 200-year-old building, where we got a late breakfast on the lovely terrace. Then we set out to explore. Venice is a strange, almost fantasy land. The city is old, there are no cars, great food and so romantic that even I noticed that it was romantic. It also helps that we had a Baroque-fairy-tale-style room.

The city feels Medieval and, at times, smells a little Medieval, but it lives up to all of its hype. It really is a beautiful place, and we were lucky enough to have incredible weather the whole time we were there, except when we overextended our visit and missed our bus to Budapest, then it thunderstormed.

There are a lot of cliches about Venice, but when you're there, not too many of the cliches are unpleasant. We ate plenty of gelato and sipped wine at cafes. Dolce vita stuff. We also found the Indiana Jones church and I took way too many artsy photos.

Looking pretty fine after an overnight bus ride.

The fancy Sissi Room.

My Venice face

A typical cliched Venice photo,
which doesn't mean it ain't pretty.

Bridge of Sighs

St. Mark's Cathedral

Syrian Tetarchs, of BFFs.

Artsy Photo!

Gondola traffic jam.

It's kind of pretty here in the summer.

A new friend.

Artsy Photo!

The Ghetto The only place we saw a tree.

Indiana Jones Church!!!!

Summer Bromance in Rome... or is it Brome?

The days are are still short, the dark is still coming earlier than wanted – Hungary still resembles Mordor this is the time of year, and so my mind goes to brighter times during the summer.

The 8am wake-up was tough after the a few wobbly pops on the piazza,
but the Colosseum was something to see in that morning light.

After our trip to Vienna, Alek and I hatched a plan to get to Rome with another Budapest buddy, Joe. Joe had to drop out, leaving just Alek and I, so apparently the Bromance would continue.

I arrived late while Alek was out with his family along the Amalfi coast. I checked into my penzione and, on my own, I went for a night-time Discovery Walk and quickly got lost.

It was night in a strange city, but I still thought it would be a good idea to get some gelato, collect myself and get un-lost, which actually meant taking a wrong turn into the Parco Del Colle Oppio beside the Colosseum.

The park is almost all fenced, which I found out when I walked the perimeter in search of the exit. I managed to find a few familiar landmarks and made my way back to the penzione and to bed, safely.

Alek was going to come in that afternoon and I would meet him after I visited the Vatican Museum. But here’s the thing: It’s really easy to get lost in all the pretty things there. And there are a lot of pretty things.

I skipped the ancient Egyptian and Etruscan rooms, going straight to the old Greek and Roman sculptures and then the Gallery of Maps – all so absorbing that you forget that you have the whole Renaissance to get through too.

I almost missed the Borgia Apartments on the way to the Raphael Rooms. Then between the Raphael Rooms and the Sistine Chapel is a collection of incredible contemporary pieces – a rarity in Renaissance-loving Rome. These would have been easily ignored if you put your head down like everyone else and charged towards the Sistine.

Then I got lost in the Sistine, but who wouldn’t get lost looking at that immense pretty thing.

Oh yeah! There was a whole other museum after that, and it’s no sideshow either. When I should have been running to meet Alek, I lingered and doddled over the Da Vinci’s and Caravaggio’s. I ended up missing dinner but that didn’t matter much, because we reunited at last over a drink... then we ordered ‘one’ more.

The flipside to all those drinks was the 8am wake-up call for our Colosseum. Alek had found a decent deal that would take us under the Colosseum and to the higher levels where few tourists are allowed to tread. It was also a sunny day, and while we were able to stick to the shade in the Colosseum, we couldn’t escape the heat for the second leg of the tour on the Palatine Hill. A combination of heat stroke and hangover is no dolce vita.

Then we Discovery Walked our way to a patio and recovered over wine and free potato chips. We ate gelato, gained our strength, visited a few churches and had another night on the town (not too late because of the heat stroke/hangover combination).

With little time left the next morning, we stopped at a final church and had a farewell gelato together. Alek caught a train to the airport and left. I wandered the town for one day on my own, hitting a few more attractions (St. Peter's, a few churches, and the Castel Sant Angelo) before I too left.

Vatican Museum

The Raphael Rooms. Whoa.

Some incredible contemporary art in the Vatican.

What the gladiators would have seen

All that remains of the Roman Forum.

Despite hangovers and heat stroke we made it
through the Colosseum to the top of the Palatine.

The Pantheon

"CHOCOLATE!" #
Even the man behind the Chocolate breakfast wasimpressed.

From atop the Castel Sant'Angelo, ominous skies over Rome the day I left.

Summer Trips: Balaton

The days are getting shorter, the dark is coming earlier – this is the time of year when Hungary starts looking like Mordor, and so my mind goes to brighter times during the summer.

Lake Balaton is like Hungary’s backyard pool. Oh, and it’s a big one – the largest lake in central Europe, and some even affectionately called Hungary’s sea.

It’s where you go in the summer to lay in the sun, splash around and eat fish soup and langos by the shore. It’s like Toronto’s modest cottage country, but much different at the same time because you hear far more foreign languages around its shores. While it might be Hungary’s backyard pool, throughout the Cold War it was one of the few places where families from East and West Germany could reunite. This is why among all those foreign languages you hear a lot of German.

Lake Balaton is a special place and, unlike Toronto's cottage country it's a little easier to get to, even for a day, thanks to great train schedules.

I went there twice this past summer. The first time was to the north shore with Kata. Our train dropped us at Balatonfured, which is nice, but little touristy. We took a dip in the water and splashed around, ate some langos and walked along the shore in the evening.

Oh, by the way, langos is a Hungarian specialty: deep-fried bread with cheese and sour cream. Freakin' delicious.

We took a bus to Tihany, a town which sits on a peninsula that stretches into the lake. It's off the beaten path, so the pace is a little more relaxed here but it's not too far away from everything. We walked up into the hills, where there’s an old church and a beautiful panorama.

We came back down the hill and took a swim in the lake, accidently going onto a private beach. This forbidden beach had only a handful of people on it, compared to the hundreds at Balatonfured, and it was plain, simple pretty.

Before making our way back to Balatonfured for the train to Budapest, we stopped for some birthday fish soup, a tradition created at that moment.

The next trip to Lake Balaton took a few friends and I to Siofok, which sits on the south shore. Siofok feels less like the more chill north shore and more like a beach town. There are the muscle-y dudes, ladies in bikinis, and a strip near the beach with night clubs.

What draws them to Siofok is the beach, which has a sand bar that stretches far out from the shore. On the beach, or in the water, you're away from all the Fort Lauderdale types, so all that junk onshore doesn't matter much. We lay in the sun, we swam, and, yes, drank beer and ate langos.

I forgot to mention how close Balaton is to Budapest, like an hour or so. So that day we spent at Siofok, we all met at the train station in the morning and, after a hearty meal, we piled back onto a train and rode back to Budapest in the evening. I sleep pretty well on trains, so I usually look like the below shot when I am traveling by train after a day at Balaton.

Kata took better photos then me at Tihany, so all the photos below are hers.