The chronicles of a Hungarian and European infinite pub crawl
stop, 279. budapest stop – after 5 visits The Pipa street is a special place to me. I started my life in Budapest there, not to mention it was also the scene where I – after being an abstinent for 25 years – lost my virginity to drinking in a pub out of my own decision. Continue Reading
I remained happily a captive of the Via Belvedere in Bologna, even after Fun Cool Oh and headed towards the Market Hall, where a spectacular and vibrate street night life was concentrated all over, on its stairs and in front of it, on the street. The name was Mercato delle Erbe, which means the Market Continue Reading
There is hardly a tourist or an expat in Hungary, who have already visited Lake Balaton, but never heard of its most well known town, Siófok. It is called the capital of the summer, has fame, lights, loud music, brown skins, white smiles and aand aaaand real people, actual citizens who doesn’t leave at the end Continue Reading
(Station no. 18, Budapest station no. 18 – the current location after 6 visits, the former location after several visits) At the beginning of 2016 the eclectic-harmonic Kék Ló (=Blue Horse) pub has moved already to its second grandiose location in Budapest. The horse therefore seems to be a migratory animal, which gets quickly acclimatized. It used to be Continue Reading
As we leave the downtown behind at the Keleti Railway Station, the number of the pubs is drastically decreasing, so every single piece should be estimated. Let me introduce Korona, the geographically second to last pub of the here already calmed down party district. This is an actual treasury, which quasi created a museum of itself with Continue Reading
When I half-spontaneously headed off exploring Bologna in the evening of my arrival, I found a tiny street with only few houses in it and even to my surprise I spent the greater part of the following 1-2 days there. Now, I am going to tell you how the story of discovering the Via Belvedere, the Continue Reading
The story of starting an Italian pub crawl with a Bavarian pub in Bologna. (The mentioned pubs: Ein Prosit, Bologna) I arrived to Bologna by train. The surroundings of the railway station are like anywhere else; the very first impressions didn’t seem to be a proper fridge magnet material. Beggars were sleeping on the edge Continue Reading
Most people ask me how did I come to the idea to start a blog about pubcrawling. The answer wouldn’t be complete due to only one reason, although so many rivers of my life ran into this direction, and once they met, they created this idea with an immediate yes on it in my mind. Continue Reading
Getting to know a whole country from the perspective of pub and bar stereotypes is a long way. The beginning of this way is very foggy and bushy. In this phase every thought is just a theory. There’s a lot yet to be done, seen and experienced to get a decent overview from the impressions. I Continue Reading
Whenever you travel by yourself, you never will be actually alone! Give it a try and see! You will always find people like you and form alliance with the same time travelers and locals with constant wanderlust in their hearts. You can share your discoveries, ideas and your story. Unfortunately I have to say an eternal good bye now Continue Reading