What no Zolti!

August 13th, 2007

Well, yesterday, we set off from Papa in good time and in rain. We were going to call in on Pannonhalma on the way, a priory with a superb library and monks who make and sell wine and liqueurs. It rained all the way, as we came in sight of the priory we realised how spectacular and imposing it would have looked in decent weather. It stood on top of a hill totally dominating the countryside around it. Shame it was wreathed in mist and cloud.
Visiting the priory and the winery would have involved an extended walk and since it was chucking it down, we decide to give it a miss and just go to the gift shop where John bought some drink and Maria bought some Christmas cards (a touch early I’d have thought). We then went to the café and tried the drinks John hadn’t bought and decided to go back and buy some of them. That’s when John discovered he was a credit card short. The last time he could remember using it was when we checked out of the hotel in Papa. So back we went to Papa. Hungarian drivers are appalling!! We were coming up to a bend in the road when round it came 2 vans and a car overtaking them, ON OUR SIDE OF THE ROAD. There was nowhere for us to go, John and I closed our eyes, luckily Maria (who was driving) didn’t. She pulled over as far as she could and braked, the van at the back did the same and luckily the car missed us. It did however hit the car following us. Y then everyone has slowed down sufficiently that while the cars were damaged there were no major injuries. It was however a close thing.
We made it back to Papa in one piece and found John had left his credit card there, so that was ok, and eventually we made it to Budapest. Back to the Gellert, our favourite hotel where we are known by all and sundry.
We have a nice room with a balcony, overlooking Gellert Hill and the Danube.
Wilbeary looking acroos the Danube
We unpacked and then we were off. We had tickets for a show of gipsy music and folk dancing. It was performed by the Rajko Ensemble, a group we had not seen before. They were very good but I think our favourite is still The Hungarian State Folk Ensemble.
Dancer with wine  Kalocsa dancers
We went back to the hotel restaurant for a meal and our favourite waiter wasn’t there!
Still the others know us as well and Maria had seen Zolti’s head from our balcony so we knew he hadn’t left
Today the weather had taken a definite turn for the better, too good if anything, the temperature was soaring. We planned to spend the day messing about in Budapest. First we visited another of Maria’s cousins, Ili. Apparently Maria and family used to stay with her on visits to Hungary in years gone by. She was looking well and very pleased to see us. She gave us a prezzie of some wine to take away with us, not I might say the first person to give us wine.

Ili
Then we moved onto a big book store Maria had found out about, the biggest in Budapest. John parked himself in the café while Maria had the staff running around finding her obscure books she remembered from her childhood.
They were very good to her, mind you she spent enough..

Alexandra bookshop
After that we traipsed around the Herend shops looking for this Matyo Madonna, Maria is so keen on. We only found a large one, so we’ve ordered one to pick up at Christmas, so I assume we’re coming back for the Christmas market. In the meantime of course, Maria had to have a small figurine to keep her going.
We were all wacked by now and grateful to stop at the Gerbeaux cukrazda for some well deserved refreshments.

 Wilbeary ar Gerbeaux

It has been very hot, I feel truly sorry for the little old ladies in black begging on the streets, first because they’re begging and then because they must be so hot dressed all in black.

Old lady begging
The gipsy band were playing during tea and they remembered us, which was nice. In fact we have our bedroom window open and we can hear them, which is lovely.
However we have had a disappointment. Zolti has transferred to the Brasserie (and they call him Zoli!!) so do we go and have our tea there and miss the band or do we stick with the restaurant and miss Zolti?? .

Herend etc.

August 11th, 2007

Pretty damp and chilly this morning, Maria even put a cardigan on, although John and I thought this was rather over the top.

We had decided to visit Herend today, a very famous porcelain factory, not my kind of thing but when you travel in a group you have to adapt. The journey was pleasant into the Bakony hills, with some nice scenery. John and Maria had been before, but many years ago,back in the communist era. Things have changed a lot. The factory is now owned mostly by the workers with the government owning 30%. There is an interesting visitor centre with a minifactory where you can see the manufacturing processes. Most of the making and decorating is done by hand, even when moulds are used there is a lot of hand finishing to be done.

One of the most famous patterns is the fishnet, and I was rather taken by this lion on display in the square.

Willbeary sitting on a Herend Lion at Herend

We had a look in the shop. We loved some of the tea services, consisting of a tray, a teapot, sugar bowl, cream jug and 2 cups and saucers. However we felt we could not justify paying £3.000. We came very close to buying a figurine of a horseman (for a mere £200) but Maria said she would rather have a Matyo Madonna she’s seen before, they did not have one in this shop, but they have 3 more shops in Budapest, so we’ll have a look there.

By now we were all ready for some refreshment and visited our first cukrazda on this trip (and ate off Herend plates).

Willbeary eating cake at Herend

We then headed back to Papa, Maria particularly wanted to visit St Anne’s chapel (apparently she was baptised there) and John rather fancied the wine festival (Maria wasn’t so keen when she realised she’d have to walk.

St Anna Chapel, Papa

The chapel was closed but we could peek in and Maria did a lot of – ‘Just think I was here when only a few days old, I can’t remember it at all’ – honestly!!

We then walked to the wine festival, Maria whinging all the way, we were rather early and things hadn’t really got going. We sampled a couple of wines and then started heading back, Maria still whinging. Then we found we were near the Blue Dyeing Museum, all of a sudden she wasn’t quite so desperate to get back.

Actually it was pretty interesting, we were lucky and 2 of the artists were there and were very informative. Maria and I were pretty interested in the patterns and designs. John was positivelly THRILLED with the old machinery, I think he made the guides day, he was so interested.

We’ve now made our way back to the hotel, a nice meal and then start packing ready to move on tomorrow. We’re off to Budapest (via Pannonhalma) and our favourite hotel, The Gellert.

Papa relations

August 10th, 2007

A nice morning, the overnight rain cooled things down significantly and it was very pleasant outdoors. We had been invited for lunch by one of Maria’s cousins, so we strolled out to buy a nice bunch of flowers for the lady of the house.

We are only a couple of streets from the centre of Papa but the streets already have a lot of character, I don’t think they have changed for many, many years. I much prefer it to the newer more modern areas.

Street in Papa

We had a lovely lunch, proper Hungarian food, and Maria had lots to talk about (doesn’t she always). I was starting to feel a bit bored, but then I made friends with young Hedi and had a nice chat with her. She was very interested in all my souveniers, bits and pieces I have collected on my travels. Maria gave Hedi one of her bears last Christmas so it was nice to catch up with him as well.

Later in the afternoon we went to meet another of Maria’s cousins (how many has she got?). She works in Ganna where there is the mausoleum of the Eszterhazy family.

A lot of stairs but fascinating, it is still in use, the last internment took place 7 years ago. The altar in the mausoleum is unique in that it has a figure of Christ on each side of the cross on the altar. When Mass is said, it is said by 2 priests at the same time facing each other, one in white vestments and one in mourning vestments, one dedicated to the living members of the family and one to the dead. 

Eszterhazy mausoleum at Ganna

We then took a nice drive to Dobronte, a very attractive village. One of Maria’s highlights was seeing the grazzing goats (what is it with her and goats?) 

Three goats at Ganna

… one of my mine was the rather picturesque ruined castle behind the cemertary

Dobronte castle

…and one of John’s was finding a stork’s nest with a stork in residence.

Stork in nest

A nice day, polished off with a nice meal in the restaurant (Maria had strawberry soup??) and a drink of palinka in the bar.

Papa at last

August 9th, 2007

 

I haven’t been able to post for a couple of days ‘cos I’ve not had access to the internet.

After a great night on Monday we left London on Tuesday morning and headed for Dover, we made good time and caught the midday ferry to Dunkirk, waving good bye to the white cliffs as we went. 

Willbeary leaving Dover

The seagulls are obviously used to the ferries, one travelling with us for miles just hovering next tot he deck and begging for food.

Seagull following the ferry

We made it through France, Belgium and Holland Ok, but then we hit Germany.

It goes on for EVER and the autobans and BORING.

Maria seems to know a very limited range of games you can play in the car, and John was either driving or testing his eyelids for leaks.

When I saw John turning off for Frankfurt airport I thought great they’ve seen sense and we’re going to fly the rest of the way. No such luck we were just going to a hotel for the night. You should have seen Maria’s face when she realised it was a Holiday Inn. John keeps telling her there are some excellent Holiday Inns etc. etc. But she’s yet to be convinced.

This one started off well. Nice receptionist and very quick, a slight hiccup when she tried to give us just one token for breakfast, still we were prepared to give them the benefit of the doubt.

The room was long way away, but this was due to the fact we had been upgradded to a suite. A sitting room, a bathroom, an extra loo and a bedroom, reasonably nice, very roomy and the complimentary basket of fruit was very nice.

However the suite was made up for only one, one pillow and one single quilt ( on a queen size bed?) and one bath towel. We found another quilt in the wardrobe and Maria called down for another pillow and bathtowel. We then found the quilt in the wardrobe did not have a cover. While the bedroom had a phone, it was at the far end of the room from the bed and there was no chair.

So Maria quickly checked that the hotel we’re staying in on the way back is NOT a Holiday Inn. Thankfully it’s not.

We spent Wednesday morning in the rain driving through Germany and reached Austria just after lunch. At which point the rain stopped and the sun tried to break through. By the time we reached Hungary the sun was shining brightly.

We found the hotel OK and its lovely, nice people and a lovely room. Only disadvantage is the fact that it’s on the second floor, and there’s no lift. Thankfully it’s airconditioned ‘cos it was very warm outside. About 32 to 33 degrees. We had a lovely meal and a palinka in the bar and then off to bed. 

Wilbeary at the palinka

Maria woke up feeling pretty lousy today, a combination of heat and dehydration we think, so we just hung around for the morning.

John and I could have gone out, but he does insist on staying with her. I don’t think I’ll ever get married.

In the afternoon we decided a drive out would be OK, the car is nice and cool. So we went to Lovaszpatona, apparently the village Maria grew up in (well up to the age of eight anyway). We were taking some flowers to put on her grandparents grave. The cemertery seemed to be full of her family, uncles, aunts, cousins, friends of her mum….

While there the weather turned rather ominous and we could hear thunder. We thought we might get wet but the rain held off. The temperature dropped to a much more reasonable 27 degrees.

As we drove through the village it was a constant litany of:-

War memorial

That’s the memorial with my uncles name on, he died in the war.

Maria's old school

That’s where I went to school, it used to be a hunting lodge you know.

That’s where my mum went to school.

That’s the street I lived on.

That’s where I broke my arm…….

On the way back we decide to call in on some cousins of Maria’s (on her fathers side). You should have seen their faces, apparently they hadn’t seen each other for about 18 years. Still I gather it was nice to catch up.

We are still hearing a lot of thunder and seeing occasional flashes of lightning, but as yet no rain.

Go, go, go Jo

August 6th, 2007

Well we’re off again. I was ready last night, all packed etc. but Maria and John kept faffing about, making lists and so on. Maria has planned an itinerary for the whole trip, We’ll be lucky if we have time to stop and breathe.

However today was pretty easy, pack the car and leave about midday, heading for London. We popped in on John’s parents on the way, we owed Maureen a birthday prezzie from way back in early July, this seemed a good opportunity to drop it off. And then off to London, we’re staying there overnight because we have tickets for Joseph (we watched all the TV shows).  With John travelling so much, he collects hotel reward points and we’re staying at the Crowne Plaza on Buckingham Palace Road, just down from Buck House, very nice it is too.

We arrived mid afternoon rather peckish and so had afternoon tea in the courtyard, good job the weather has improved. That should keep us going until after the show.

Afternoon tea

We have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow, the aim us to end up in Frankfurt tomorrow night. Hope Maria knows lots of games to play on car journeys, otherwise I’ll get rather bored.

Ps. Isn’t it a small world. Last week Claire, Maria and I bought an Indian takeaway from Waitrose (John was in America). It was a rather special southern Indian meal, based on food from a London restaurant called Quilan, It was lovely and we all wondered where in London the restaurant was. Well now we know, it’s at this hotel!!!

Pps. Joseph was FANTASTIC!!!!

Farewell to Liberty

May 5th, 2007

Well, it was our last day in New York for this trip. We had packed the night before, we had to extend one of the suitcases to get everything in, and John said we were officially full and Maria was not to buy anything else. We took all the cases down to John’s offices and left him to work while we set off on the best free ride in NY. The Staten Island Ferry. Great views as always.

Staten Island Ferry

I always love the view of downtown as you come back. We’ve seen a sailing ship hanging around this area several times, it always looks incongruous.

Downtown skyline

We then strolled along the Hudson to the Winter Gardens and a final trip to Godiva and Ciao Bella (the green apple sorbet was lovely). I think we are taking back enough chocolate to open our own tuck shop.

Ciao Bella again!!

We then walked accross town to the Borders on Broadway. We passed Ground Zero, there has been significant progress on the foundations, the whole thing is scheduled to be completed 2010. We look forward to it.

Once we were in Borders, Maria seemed to forget all about the ban on any further purchases. (Mind you, as we found out when we got back to John’s offices, so had he.) We also found the coffee shop at Borders stocks the doughnuts from the Doughnut factory, so we could have a last one of those (I think we might have to go on a diet once we get home).

We were a bit upset to find we had all three seats filled in our row on the plane, while all the other rows had an empty seat. Maria noticed one row where there was only one person, so she and I moved so that we could be a bit more comfy. The trip home was OK, took a while and we didn’t sleep (John did, we heard him snoring, despite the fact we were 2 rows back and the other side of the plane), still we had a quick kip when we got home so everything should be OK.

Nice trip, but good to be home. Maria and I need to settle down to some work now, it’s not long until the Festival. My next trip out will be the Nottingham Tennis Open, we’ve got tickets for the whole week.

Moods and beads

May 3rd, 2007

We decided (well Maria decided) we needed to go to Moods the fabric warehouse today. Maria can get ultrasuede for about $25 -$35 a yard as oposed to the £2.75 a 9in square back home. Well worth doing.

We took the bus up to 34th Street and then the cross town shuttle to 5th Avenue. We then walked up to 37th street and that’s when Maria realised 5th Avenue is where the streets change from East to West and the numbers start at 1. Maria knew Mood was at 225 37th, but couldn’t remember whether it was East or West. Either way a heck of a walk. Luckily John could check for us on his computer at work and then text. It was West. So we walked and we walked and we walked… Of course this is garment district so we were passing lots of little designer shops, accesories and bead shops. We walked past the first 4 bead shops but couldn’t resist by the 5th. Maria bought several beads she’s intending to put round the necks of bears back home. I really liked a lovely W with crytals and rhynestones around it, Maria was mean and refused to get it me, she said I’d fall over I hung anything else around my neck.

Beads

We eventually made it to Moods, took the lift to the 2nd floor (which is really the 1st, Americans call ground floor 1st) and walked down the stairs to the basement (which is really the 1st or ground floor depending) and found the ultrasuede. It was pretty hard getting Maria past the silk fabrics. Moods is enormous, the photo shows just one aisle out of about 6 aisles on the one floor. There are 3 floors!!

Fabric choosing at Moods

We then took the crosstown book back to 2nd Avenue and walked a few blocks down to Borders, our first visit on trip to a decent bookshop. I think we will be going back tomorrow. We have to pack tonight and move all our bags to John’s office in the morning. We are then flying back home tomorrow night. I’ll be quiete pleased to get back home and have a rest.

On Top of the Rock

May 2nd, 2007

 I’ve been on top of the Empire State Building and Maria had been on the World Trade Centre observation deck, before 9/11, but we heard that they’ve opened up an observation deck on top of the Rockerfeller Centre, so Maria and I decided that’s where we’d go today. We used the last of our time on the tour bus to get us up to 49th Street, the ticket was valid until 10.30 this morning. We made our way to 50th, where the entrance was and seeing the queue stetching for nearly a block, we thought about giving up the idea. However we found out it was in fact 3 tour groups and we managed to get our tickets and jump ahead of most of them. We also got an audio guide, very clever, it was a palmtop computer with a GPS system in it so it could always tell which way you were facing and offer you appropriate commentary.

The lift was fantastic, once the doors were closed the light dimmed and the lights in the lift shaft came on, then you realised the lift in fact had a glass ceiling. We raced up to the top at a frightening speed.

There are 3 levels of observation decks, the lowest is surrounded by glass walls but the top 2 are pretty open. I wanted my photo taken On Top of the Rock but it was rather a hair raising experience. It was rather windy and Maria had to snap a quick photo in between grabbing me to stop me being blown over the edge. Still we managed to get a picture looking downtown towards the Empire State Building.

Wilbeary on top of the rock

And of course one looking uptown towards Central Park.

Wilbeary on top of the rock

The Top of the Rock is only 70 floors, so not as high as the Empire State and nothing like as high as the World Trade used to be, but it seemed pretty high to me.

Looking down from the top of the rock  Looking up at the rock

We had a bit of a mooch around the shopping complex under the Rock (Maria spent some money of course) and then decided to walk up to Central Park and then perhaps make our way over to Bloomingdales. Remember how I was saying yesterday that each neighbourhood has a distinctive smell? Well the southern end of Central Park certainly does, it smells of horse manure. Probably (in fact certainly) because of all the horse drawn carridges carrying tourists around the park. I was quite pleased to move on.

Horse drawn carriage in Central Park

Bloomingdales was a bit of a trial, I managed to talk Maria out of several T-shirts, (I mean $99 for a black T-shirt!), but she succumbed to a skirt. It is rather nice, a green, scrunchy, floaty, tye dyed thing with a jagged hem and some tiny sparkly sequins scattered over it.

Maria then fancied some doughnuts, but Penn station was way off our route home and we were both shattered. So we headed home. Maria then had a moan at John over text messages about her lack of doughnuts. So he very kindly told her about the doughnut factory near the bially shop. She really must have been desperate because despite the fact she’d taken her shoes off, off we went again.

The doughnut factory was fantastic! So much to choose from.

Wilbeary at the doughnut plant

We settled for some cinnamon and apple, some fresh strawberry, some strawberry jelly with peanut butter glaze and some chocolate (chocolate doughnut, with molten chocolate middle, chocolate glaze and finished with dark chocolate sprinkles). Mmmmm…..

ps. when he got home John told us there was a Krispy Kreme in the Rockerfeller Plaza (where we started), still we’d never have discovered the Doughnut Factory if we’d bought there, and I’m sure Maria’s legs will evertually work again.

Feeling yucky

May 1st, 2007

We lost internet connection in the apartment last night so despite the interesting day and lots of nice photos I couldn’t post. Just as well perhaps ‘cos I wouldn’t have had much to say today. Maria woke up feeling yucky and didn’t want to go anywhere, I talked to her about ‘mind over matter’ and not ‘giving in’ but we still spent the day in the apartment, watching films,and generally mooching around. It wasn’t until John came home we went anywhere, even then it was only next door to the Beer Keller. Mind the food and beer were good.

Yesterday we had the scariest bus ride of our lives (I bet that’s what did for Maria). We went on the Grey Line Tour Bus (Maria bought a 48 hour pass, there’s half of that gone to waste). There are 3 parts to the tour, the Downtown Loop, the Uptown Loop and the Brooklyn Loop. We decide to do the Brooklyn Loop since we’d never done that before. To get to Brooklyn you have to cross the East River. We crossed on the upper level of Manhattan Bridge. Until you have gone across a high bridge ,upstairs on an open top bus, at speed, near the edge of a bridge where the rail does not come all the way to the top of the bus you don’t realise how harrowing a bus ride can be.

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 Brooklyn looks very different from Manhatttan, for a start the ground is sandy while Manhattan has the shist rock (enabling it to build high).

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There is a strong Dutch influence to the building, so you get lots of brown brick walkups (no lifts) with stoops. This is the sort of area Barbara Streisand and Neil Diamond grew up in.

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There is a large Middle Eastern community in Brooklyn. We noticed one of the distinctive identifiers of the different neighbourhoods is the smell. As we travelled around on the tour bus we noticed how the smells changed,all pleasant but all distinct. I particularly like Chinatown. We left the tour bus around Time Square and wandered around Midtown, 5th Avenue area.

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We finished up at Grand Central Station and did some shopping at the market, including some New York Strip steaks and tiramisu. Then we lugged all our shopping back on the subway.

Hopefully Maria will be OK tomorrow and we can go to the Top of the Rock (and Maria fancies Tiffanys).

Neighbourhoods

April 29th, 2007

We spent most of yesterday travelling. Before we set off from the Peabody we made one last trip to Lansky. Fatal. Bernard Lansky was there and he managed to sell a hat to Maria. How could she not buy something from Elvis’ personal tailor? Mind you it does look good. She says, having shook hands with Bernard she’s only 2 steps from Elvis ( and Johhny Cash etc. etc.).

We eventually caught our flight to Houston. It was only a dinky plane, about a 30 seater, but half empty so I got a seat to myself. It was strange to be flying further away from NY in order to get there, but there wre no direct flight and this was our best connection. In Houston we changed to a wide bodied jet and as we were boarding we were told we’d been given an upgarde. What with Maria and I looking at him with puppy dog eyes, John very kindly let us have it. The result was Maria and I had a lovely relaxed flight and John got off the plane all grumpy.

We’re staying somewher new in NY, we found an appartment hotel just off Soho in Lower East side. It’s only a few blocks away from the Holiday Inn we stayed at last time but the feel of the neighbourhood is completely different. As we go into Soho, it’s pretty trendy with lots of shops selling quirky and interesting things. Lots of clothes from young designers, great shoe shops (Maria had to have a pair of shoes, she says they are things of beauty, John says they are flip flops with beads) and shops with some great bags and jewellry. I think John is running a real risk going to work and leaving Maria near these shops with a credit card.

Going the other way, we end up in Lower East Side, a totally differnt neighbourhood. It contains the bialy shop we love (guess what we had for breakfast). Katz’ deli, where we bought some pastrami, corned beef and chopped liver for our tea. 

Wilbury ensuring that he gets the right pastrami at Katz's

The Pickle Guys, where we bought some pickles of assorted types to go with the pastrami etc. There are lots of other Jewish delis including one with a fantastic selection of salted and smoked fish, we got some lovely lox and cream cheese to go with our bagels for tomorrow.

We did a lot of walking today, including a trip to The Winter Gardens at the World Financial Center. Godiva chocolates, and off course the best ice cream in New York. Ciao Bella.

Wilbeary choosing his ice cream

The difficulty is choosing what flavour to have.

Wilbeary eating his ice cream

Tomorrow John is back at work and Maria and I are on our own. We thought we might take the tour bus. It’s years since Maria took it and I never have.

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