Another Friend

Black Forest

We are in Freiburg, Germany visiting with a friend (photo taken in the Black Forest). Mike spent many years volunteering in his professional organization, the Project Management Institute. That organization has 800,000 members in 225 countries. He (and we) made a number of friends there from all over the world. This particular friendship was formed when Mike Chaired the organization's Ethics committee, a role he really enjoyed. When that role eventually ended he almost immediately joined the Kiwanis Club of Roanoke; one door closed and another one opened.

Somber

Cemetery

We made a somber visit to the local Hajdú cemetery. The husband of one of our flat neighbors when we lived here died; we went with his widow to bring flowers and pay our respects. Later in the same day, we did the same thing with another previous flat neighbor for the same reason.

We were struck by differences between this cemetery and those in the US. Virtually every gravesite was an above ground granite structure that accommodated a family; very few individual gravesites. And, flowers were everywhere; usually multiple flower arrangements on every gravesite. Conveniently, several flower shops were located at the cemetery entrance. We were also struck by the gravesite of an entire nine-person family that all died on the same date in 1944, adults and children included. They were slaughtered by the Germans. Somber.

 

More Food

Salmbuc

Dinner is again at the center of the day. This time it is Salmbuc. Our friends, with whom we have been staying in Hajdú made the effort to cook a traditional Hungarian food. Salmbuc is a hearty shepherd food made with thin sheets of pasta, potato, and bacon cooked for hours in a cauldron over an open fire. It stands out in Hungarian cuisine in that it does not use paprika powder as one of its key ingredients; the dish dates back to a time before paprika became available in the country. There is far more flavor than the simple ingredients suggest.

Three Dinners

Soviet Era Building

Big dose of nostalgia, and of food. We stopped by the apartment building where we lived while volunteering in 2008 (see photo). It is a classic low budget basic Soviet block building built in the 1950's for the working poor; substandard in every way. It was just repainted for the first time and looks significantly better now. We befriended a few neighbors at that time in spite of the fact that they spoke absolutely no English, nor did we speak any Hungarian. Seriously, not a word in common. Pantomime and hand signals were how we communicated. None-the-less, we developed strong friendships.

Arrangements were made for us to visit these former neighbors. The first neighbor had prepared a full dinner, complete with home made salads, meats, breads, deserts, and a shot of Unicum (national drink of Hungary, bitter herbal digestive liqueur). Think of the way grandma cooked back in the day. Then we visited the second neighbor, same thing. Again for the third neighbor. Three dinners in a row. And these "grandmas" associated eating with the show of affection, meaning you had to eat...and eat...and eat. Hard to describe this wonderful slice of genuine affection and culture.

 

More Memories

Hajdú

We are back in Hajdúböszörmény (pronounced Hi-do-bis-r-main); Hajdú for short. When we volunteered for Habitat for Humanity in 2008, after we spent 1½ months in Budapest working in the national office, we moved to the farming town of Hajdú for 4½ months; it is quite near the Romanian boarder. At that time we were helped by and befriended a local government official and his wife who we have remained friends with and who we are now staying with for a few days.

Our job here was to help construct 8 houses for people in need. Some of that work was physical (hammering nails and such), some was managerial (managing volunteer teams who would come for a week or two), and some was promotional (helping residents of the town understand the concept of volunteering). We were some of the first Americans to ever stay here. Hungary, as a former Soviet state, by definition had no unemployment, by definition provided everything citizens needed, and by definition needed no volunteers. Slowly, we helped locals understand that volunteering involved doing work for others for free. By the end of our time here, some locals were coming out to the work site to volunteer.
 

Budapest Sightseeing

Fisherman's Bastion

We sure enjoyed sightseeing in Budapest. Especially so, since we were escorted by our Hungarian friends who provided the narration, much as we did for them when they visited us in Edinburgh a couple of months ago. Unlike when we lived/volunteered in Budapest 17 years ago during the winter months when we saw few tourists, the place is now packed with them.

Fisherman's Bastion provided limitless views looking across the Danube into the Pest side of the city (see photo); it is located on Castle Hill where virtually every tourist ventures. We went to markets, to museums, through the old Jewish Quarter, to high-class and casual restaurants, and to cafes and coffee shops. We also visited the neighborhood where we previously had a flat; that neighborhood has been gentrified. Gone is the graffiti and iron bars from the facade of the building we stayed in; the neighborhood now has shops and restaurants.

Lake Balaton

Looks Like Mediterranean

Stunning views. Name your favorite Caribbean island or your favorite Mediterranean beach. The views at Lake Balaton rival those (see photo). It is a 1-2 hour drive from Budapest. As the largest lake in Eastern Europe (five time the size of Smith Mountain Lake in Virginia) it draws tourists from all over Europe.

We joined our friends for the day here, went swimming, toured a monetary, walked along a beach promenade, had lunch on a terrace at a restaurant overlooking the lake, and had dinner on a terrace at a different restaurant overlooking their vineyard and overlooking the lake. Great time.
 

Chain Bridge

Crossing Danube River

In the photo, we are standing on Chain Bridge, which spans the Danube River connecting the Buda side of the city with the Pest side. In 2008, we had an apartment nearby and crossed the bridge by tram each day to go to the Habitat for Humanity office to volunteer. Beth planned for the arrival of volunteer teams that would build houses, William (who was 15 years old at that time) worked on their website, and Mike helped them with project management. Trivia:  the bridge construction was supervised by a Scottish engineer.
 

Back In Budapest

Dinner Together

The memories are flooding back. We are back in Budapest, our favorite city (until we discovered Edinburgh). We first traveled here only one year after Hungary left the Soviet Union; then we volunteered here in 2008 with Habitat for Humanity. That volunteer trip lasted six months, some in Budapest and some in a small farming community. We helped build houses for the underserved. That trip was a highlight of our lives.

Ever since, we have remained good friends with the then Director of HFH Hungary and his partner. He remains employed by HFH, now at the regional level. She works in the publishing business. She also is a terrific cook (photo taken after dinner in their flat). They have visited us in the US and in Edinburgh. After 17 years we finally returned to visit them in Budapest. 

Dramatic Cliffs

St Abbs

This is a case where the picture does not do justice to the reality. A recent hill walk was along a section of coast near the fishing village of St Abbs. The views were so dramatic and so stunning that the walk pace slowed to the slowest of any thus far; could not help making repeated stops just to take in the views (see photo). Mile after mile of dramatic views along the costal cliffs. And most of the cliffs were streaked white from the droppings of the tens-of-thousands of nesting birds (which we saw). The sheer cliffs and stacks provide ideal nesting locations for guillemots, kittiwakes, and razorbills.
 

Ravioli

Small Kitchen

Mike likes to cook; it is one of his hobbies. Think slow food, not fast food. On this occasion he made a ravioli dinner from scratch. And since the kitchen in our flat is quite small (see photo), and equipped with just the basics, it took him the better part of a half-day. He made pasta dough, rolled it into thin squares (using a cylindrical water bottle since we don't have a rolling pin), finely diced and mixed a half-dozen vegetables for the filling (by hand since we don't have a food processor),  stuffed the ravioli, then boiled and pan fried the ravioli.

He also made the sauce from scratch by finely dicing and sautéing a dozen different vegetables, simmering them with fresh tomatoes and puree, adding a half-dozen spices, and reducing the sauce to thicken. Yummy stuff.
 

Falkirk

The Kelpies

We spent the day visiting the nearby town of Falkirk. Two famous items drew our attention. The Kelpies (see photo), rising 100 feet, are the largest horse statues in the world. The statues represent the lineage of the heavy horse of Scottish industry and economy, pulling the wagons, ploughs, barges that shaped the geographical layout of the area. "Kelpie" is the name of a mythical water horse.

The second item was the Falkirk Wheel, which is the only fully rotating boat lift in the world; think of it a tall Ferris wheel for boats. Instead of traditional canal locks, which can only lift about 10 feet at a time, the wheel connects two canals that are separated by 100 feet of elevation. Full sized canal boats float into either the top or the bottom of the wheel, watertight doors close behind the boats, the wheel turns carrying the boats (water and all), and 5 minutes later the watertight doors open that the boats go on their way. Way cool.

Friend's Garden

Flowers

The recent rain has done wonders for the gardens, especially given the fact that it had been unusually dry. We were pleased to accept the invitation to have a look at a friend's garden (see photo). It is spectacular. She lives in a typical tenement building where each set of eight flats share a common stairwell and a common garden space located behind the flats. Think of a large square where the perimeter of the square is ringed by four story tenement flats and the interior of the square is divided into sections, one garden section for each stairwell.

Our friend has lived there for close to 50 years and has turned what otherwise would be grass into a large flower garden. Since none of the other residents of the flats in her stairwell have taken any interest in the garden, our friend is single-handedly responsible for the hundreds of beautiful plants.

Stoat

Game Hunting

Fewer than 500 people own more than half of the privately-owned rural land in Scotland. This accounts for a number of the large estates; one person actually owns 350 square miles of land. And many of these large estates are managed for hunting, principally for game.

Since we hike through these large estates on many of our hill walks, thanks to the 2003 national right-to-roam act that allows us to walk anywhere (public land, private land), we have learned some about game management. That management includes ridding the estate of predators that feed on the game that hunters pay big bucks to shoot for sport (about $1,000 per day). See photo for a Stoat trap (small carnivores similar to weasels but with a longer tail).

Chocolate Factory

 

50 Chocolates

This was fun. We took a tour of a chocolate micro-factory; it lasted 1½ hours. We drank chocolate, smelled chocolate, tasted chocolate, and made chocolate. They had about 50 different chocolates to sample. Even, had some whiskey flavored chocolate. We also learned about chocolate. Learned allot. Different countries. Different manufacturing. Different labor practices. Different processes. No more Hershey's for us.

Four Hill Walks

More Sheep Than People

Mike is especially happy about completing four hill walks in a week. Two were with the Club we are in, one was with a friend, and one was with a second club he has joined. The photo shows a section of one of the walks where they were traveling through a sheep pasture. That's four times out hill walking in different sections of the stunning Scottish countryside; it is also four different pub stops. Told you he was happy.
 

Skooters

Well, this is curious. Mike, who sometimes lives in his own world, sometimes thinks of himself as some kind of great athletic hiker, backpacker, hill walker. And, to be fair, that is true. However, it is not true all of the time.

Recently, he joined a second hill walking club. Now, besides the hill walks we do together, he is out and about in the stunning countryside hill walking with a new set of friends. On a recent hill walk, which was on one of the many long distance paths in Scotland, the Fife Pilgrim Way, and after a stretch of challenging rain, he and the group he was hill walking with overtook a group in motorized scooters (see photo).

That's right, Mike's big accomplishment on that particular hill walk was to walk faster than a bunch of really old and infirmed people on motorized scooters on flat terrain. What a guy...
 

More Medical Care

Minor Injuries Unit

Another learning experience. Earlier, Mike learned about getting some basic medical care here in Edinburgh; it was a positive experience. Now, it was Beth's turn. After an unfortunate fall on an uneven cobble street, she injured her leg. Hmm, injured is not an adequate term. It hurt like hell.

Worried about a possible fracture, she sought medical care at NHS (National Health System). A call to their hotline resulted in an immediate appointment at a "Minor Injuries Unit." That is similar to an Emergency Department at a US hospital, but limited to minor injuries (the real big emergencies do go to an emergency department). Her experience was definitely positive. In the span of only three hours she received the benefit of an exam, an x-ray, a diagnosis, and a discharge set of instructions. All at no cost. Repeat, no cost.

Luckily, no fracture. Ligament damage only. Some physical therapy should do the trick. By the way, the Minor Injuries Unit was in the same hospital where she volunteers two days a week. Karma.
 

Floral Clock

35,000 Flowers

The annual planting of the Floral Clock has been completed. Each year 35,000 flowers and plants are densely packed into the intricate shape of a working clock; even the rotating clock hands consist of flowers. The clock is located in the city center in Princes Street Gardens.

The floral clock was first created in 1903; it's the oldest of its kind in the world. It used to be operated mechanically and had to be wound daily. Each year it designed in honor of various organizations and individuals. 

1,000 Bagepipes

Pipe Band

We spent the day at the UK Pipe Band Championships. "Pipe" is the word for "bagpipes." The championships were held at the Royal Highland Center in Edinburgh; just a short bus ride from the city center.

Bands from all over the UK competed. In total, there were 1,000 bagpipes, 350 snare drums, 250 tenor drums, and 60 bass drums. Tartan was everywhere. Wonderful sights and sounds.

Although the musical instruments were quite different, this event reminded us of the many High School marching band championships we attended when William was Drum major.