Source: Roads & Kingdoms
Pálinka in Magyarország
Budapest. Late March, early evening. I return to the circus of the U.S. tomorrow. I spent most of the day on an industrial island of post-Soviet ruin, soaking up the rays on the sandy shores of the Danube. It’s been unseasonably warm, but that’s become common in our epoch. The warm sun pairs well with cold beer when you’re trying to slow time. As the sun began to dip, a sense of natural progression leads to a bar.
I’m in the city’s 13th kerület, or district, recounting the last week here over a tall, cool Pésci ...