Now back home after a cycle tour of Central Europe and an exploration of Hungarian learning that didn’t exactly unfold as planned – see previous posts – I’m looking forward in the coming months to going deeper into the other AI (as in Artificial Intelligence cf ai-EMDR, attachment-informed), and have again been blown away by … Read more …
My last one here from this trip, waiting at the end of a day’s training (the other kind) for the Hoek ferry across to Harwich where Jutta and normality await in the morning. As one of my Facebook friends put it, in one of the really lovely and supportive messages I’ve had, it’s a bittersweet … Read more …
Stiff Upper Lip has finally given way, and I’m coming home. By train. Already delayed from Bischofshofen in Austria by two hours (this does after all involve the Deutsche Bundesbahn, whose trains spectacularly no longer run on time) to Ulm, whence onwards tomorrow to the Hoek-Harwich ferry. I’ve had 10 days of riding temperatures at … Read more …
Thanks to Facebook folk for various kind comments (of course not shown here) on the unfolding low-and highlights of my current cycling trip home from Hungary, where day eight continues to have its ups and downs. Along with my marbles (though I think I might have left those at home), today’s loss list is off … Read more …
Wudder Wun being, yes, Another One (as in, in this case, disaster) as our eldest son Christopher, now 44, used to say when he was very small and beginning to understand patterns. Wudder Wun Disaster. Just when, as per last post, I thought nothing else could go wrong, some kind soul in Graz nicked my … Read more …
It did. The whole electric motor. This from Graz (yes, Austria already – what happened to Hungary?!) – do you remember that post the other day when I said I wonder what disaster might be about to befall me next? Hoping none would? After all, I’d just smashed my expensive smartphone, ruined my favourite shirt … Read more …
Here I was thinking how kind these Hungarian ladies were offering me a space to sit out the searing midday sun today half way between Lake Balaton and the border with Slovenia, to charge my literal and metaphorical batteries, eat my picnic lunch and generally cool down as I now finally pedal westward and home. … Read more …
So, right up front, NOT a good idea to pack one’s very expensive Pixel smartphone into a particular point on the back of the bike where there’s serious pressure on the screen, including from a heavy spare battery. Yup, elromlott, as I now know the Hungarians say. Broken. Although I feel more like saying, Kifeküdt … Read more …
Time perhaps to catch up on Hungary and the turn from language learning to cycling home from next week – through Slovenia, Austria, CH and France, dropping in on old Reuter colleagues on the way in Geneva and Paris. Seems my Hungarian continues to come along nicely. My last night in Budapest brought reunification with … Read more …
Indeed, why on earth (in devil’s name, which is closer to the Hungarian above) am I – and have been for so long – learning Hungarian? Sitting in Budapest half way through a three-week (almost) sojourn in Hungary in the early summer of 2025 with the specific intention of getting to grips with this intense, … Read more …