Category: Cirencester-Budapest and Back 2008
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The Older and Nicer Line
YES YES YES…. 100 miles (and a bit more) in one day. Picture above of the bike computer to prove it (and honest, I didn't just let the counter run over from yesterday.) My friend Clive had challenged me to the ton, so with a rip-roaring tail wind, flat flat flat western Polish countryside and […]
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Germany and its complex past
Replete in Wroclaw/Breslau with an awesome meal of ribs and Silesian cheesecake, it's Germany's and Poland's complex and bloody history which loom large today. Last night's conversations with my formerly German hosts (mother Helena and daughter Monika in the delayed photo above, outside the impressive tourist barn the family has rebuilt with its own hands) […]
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Do you believe in blogs – from Polish Schlesien
All those who believe in this blog, clap your hands. …. Hmm, can’t hear you. ALL THOSE WHO BELIEVE IN THIS BLOG, CLAP YOUR HANDS! ….. Ah. Did I hear the sound of at least one hand clapping? If so, the meditative part of this journey must be working. (Obscure Buddhist reference…) It’s good to […]
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Auschwitz and Kraków
Seventy-four miles today from Krakow to unlovely and industrial Katowice in southern Poland via Auschwitz, which bothered me. Tourists in their hordes, and history presented in blacks and whites. Very bad Nazis and very good everyone else. Including (for much of the museum text dates back still to Communist days in Poland) good Soviets, good […]
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These Languages…
Now well on the way towards Krakow, having crossed tiny but tall Slovakia in two days. Where, in the shadow of the High Tatra mountains – rising as suddenly out of the land as Scotland's Cuilins seem to do from the sea in Skye – special thanks to Milan and Melania Oravec for their exceptional […]
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Into Slovakia
My mobile evidently didn't like Northern Hungary. But it feels entirely happy and reconnected in Slovakia. So, the blog resumes. I wanted to put up a photo of shop-owner and -keeper Zoltan at an awesome bikeshop near Salgotarjan near the Slovak border (yes, bicycle in Hungarian is Kerekpar, nothing you can get a handle on) […]
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Offline for a while – Blackberry has crashed!
Just when I thought I’d get back to the blog, now that I’m on the road again heading up into Slovakia and Poland, my Blackberry SIM card crashes. So, I’ll be offline for a few days, including phone and email and blog, until I can get a replacement SIM shipped from the UK to Krakow, […]
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A vendeglatoim – my hosts
Goodbyes are tough, but there comes the time to head home. Stay well Adél (with the helmet) and Ákos (with the crossed hands), Ági and Gábor. You've been the most formidable, patient and generous hosts – even if “my hosts” in Hungarian, a first person plural possessive, is a grammatical cliff-face to climb. Vendéglátoim! I […]
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The blog and the journey resume
The blog resumes, as does the journey. What a three weeks it’s been in Budapest. I can understand 10 times more spoken Hungarian than I could a month ago, and can make myself fluently but spectacularly ungrammatically understood. Pretty useless skill outside Hungary, of course, but fun. I can talk to my bike in Hungarian […]
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Hungarian….
My goodness me, Hungarian is a tough language. Ildiko is a wonderful teacher at the summer school here in Budapest, but our class of seven or eight (from the US, Canada, Iran, Germany, France, Italy and the UK) is struggling something rotten with the indefinite and definite aspects of the verb. One verb form for […]
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