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Friday, July 13, 2007 — Cheering News
Three very pleasant items in tonight’s news.
Criminal financier Conrad Black, who is also a member of the British House of Lords, has been found guilty on four counts (racketeering, obstruction of justice, money laundering, and fraud) in a Chicago court, and may face prison time. While he is probably not a big name in the United States, and the trial drew only moderate coverage from American media, it was followed with great interest in Canada, where he has been despised by most decent people for decades. Read more »
Saturday, May 19, 2007 — Books and Sausages
Three days in Budapest. We did a lot of walking in this city, which has a feels totally different from Prague. Often, we ate in the gigantic Central Market. This grand structure originally incorporated an indoor canal by which goods were delivered to the market’s traders. It must be four times the size of the St. Lawrence Market in Toronto, and houses only god knows how many tons of sausages. I particularly liked snacking on lángos, flat disks of fried dough which came with a variety of ingredients, sort of like pizza slices. They would be a big hit in Canada if they were introduced. Read more »
Wednesday, May 16, 2007 — Drunk As A Skunk
Back in Braşov, we had a late lunch at the cafe on top of Tâmpa Hill (995 m), then split up to have a break from each other. I contacted an acquaintance in Braşov, Titus Peride, and we met for beers and talk at a subterranean student bistro. A very enjoyable discussion about Romanian culture and history, economics, and other subjects. When this finished, I walked toward the hostel, and dropped into a small cafe. But one thing led to another, and I found myself drinking with a group of Romanians. Some were actors, one who had played many serious roles, such as the plays of Ioenesco and Genet’s Le Balcon. The conversation was a chaotic mixture of Romanian, French, Italian, Magyar, Russian, German, Turkish and Arabic, all jumbled together with a background score of Romanian doina and clouds of cigarette smoke. I was completely unprepared for the style of drinking in such a context: full tumblers of whiskey followed by glasses of sickly sweet Red Bull, alternating. I stumbled back to the hostel, where Isaac and I shared a single room. A few hours later, Isaac found me pawing confusedly at the door handle, trying to get to the bathroom to throw up. The world was spinning around me, and the only way I could manage was to crawl on my hands and knees. I was not a pleasant sight.
I had not been so shit-faced drunk in many years. I’m not normally a heavy drinker, and this kind of socializing is not my style. But I sobered up relatively quickly, the next day. We did a bit more sight-seeing, got tickets for an evening train to Budapest, and ended up going back to the hostel to relax. We watched an American teen comedy called Kids In America in the hostel lounge. The long train ride to Budapest would not involve much sleep. The compartment was full, with some elderly women who chattered in Romanian pretty much non-stop. No comfortable position was possible. It must have been torture for Isaac, who has very long legs. Finally, somewhere in Hungary, the ladies left the train, and we stretched out, exhausted, for a few hours of snoozing.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007 — Castle Dracula, Sort Of
The citadel at Deva was absolutely spectacular. It perched on a rugged peak, overlooking the city, and could only be reached by a funicular railway. It was pretty hard to imagine how it had been built. Every block and beam dragged up by ropes? It was in a picturesquely ruined state. The view, over Deva (pop. 80,000) and the surrounding countryside, was beautiful. The little, cone-shaped mountain the citadel perches upon is protected for its rare floral species and the presence of the horned adder. We didn’t stay long, as we had booked a train that left for Braşov in a few hours. This would be another long, overnight haul, which would land us in that city in the wee hours of the morning. Lonely Planet had recommended two hostels there, so we planned to just emerge from the railway station and try to find them. Read more »