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Mr. P, checking out the view of the Lower Town and the twin spires of the Cathedral.   A Croatian pastry, that I can’t remember the name of, pretty much the same as a Finnish doughnut, covered in a cinnamon-cardamom-sugar mixture. Mr. P preferred the Hungarian pastries.

At the hostel where I was staying, I found tons of flyers from different museums and restaurants in Zagreb. The one thing that caught my attention was one with the picture of a key on display on. It was the flyer for the Museum of Broken Relationships. On the flyer, the following description is written:Continue reading “Day 22: The Museum of Broken Relationships”

My only day in Zagreb (6/7) was spent doing some real efficient sight-seeing in the city center. Central Zagreb is divided into two parts: the Upper Town, older, with narrow cobble stone streets, located on the hillsides, and the Lower Town, with larger, 19th century buildings and parks. I started my morning with a walk through theContinue reading “Day 22: The Upper Town of Zagreb”

I’ve had my first pang of homesickness tonight. After the hot and very much delayed, but still very agreeable train ride from Budapest, I bid farewell to Mollie, Kate, Alexander and Josefine on the Zagreb train station and ventured out into the Zagreb night. The directions to the hostel I had booked were a little bitContinue reading “Day 21: Zagreb night”

I’m on the train from Budapest to Zagreb, sharing a coupe with Kate and Mollie from Australia and Josefine and Alexander from Denmark. It’s an old train, it stops a lot, and Josefine and Alexander, who have traveled by train in the Balkans before, tell us that the train won’t be on time. No way.Continue reading “Day 21: Report from a train”

Our last morning in Budapest, we went to the great market hall to have breakfast again. This time, Mr. P wanted to try one of the incredible pastries that they had on display. He chose this one, because it so resembles the Swedish semla. Well, turns out, the taste didn’t resemble the semla at all.Continue reading “Day 21: Mr. P has Hungarian pastries for breakfast”

I don’t remember why, maybe we were studying the Second World War, but when I was 14 or 15 we saw a movie called “Good night, Mr. Wallenberg” in school. It was about Raoul Wallenberg, played by Stellan Skarskård, and took place in Budapest during WWII. The real Wallenberg was the Swedish special envoy inContinue reading “Day 20: Evening walk through Budapest”

  In Budapest, they have these bath houses. Budapest is situated on thermally active ground, and the thermally heated water has made the city a perfect place for the construction of many different kinds of bath houses. Lavish, luxurious, frequented by tourists from all over the world. The thing was, I was in the middleContinue reading “Day 20: Taking a bath”

In the middle of the Danube, in the middle of Budapest, an island has been left green, trees and walking trails. A park. Nice, with shadow and people strolling around. There was this big, amazing fountain at the southern tip of the island. It shot water into the air, in spirals and showers, ever-changing.  Continue reading “Day 20: Margit Island”

The view from the Castella. Part of the Budapest castle. Another part of the Budapest castle. What is the thing about making a statue of a man mistreating a horse? I don’t get it. I really don’t. Old and touristy. In the heat almost unbearable. Amazing view, but I didn’t feel like staying. So IContinue reading “Day 20: Castella and the castle”