A work in progress (and probably always will be)
Antics
picture gallery
for no other reason than we have a
camera
What you do get is a huge pot of proper Hungarian goulash boiling over an open fire. I'm told that it really can't be made any other way.
The meal is always accompanied by the local spirit. This goes by the name of Palinka and would strip the varnish off a goat. At it's best, it's homemade, very strong and very probably illegal under EU regulations.
The house in the pictures is our friend's holiday home. This second home is surprisingly common amongst Hungarians who, contrary to popular belief are not as poor as church mice after all.
A very pleasent day was had by all .
The last picture depicts myself and our friend Angie arguing over the outcome of a child's plastic tricycle race down the corridor of our flats. I still maintain that I won.