Into the Ruts

July - August 2018
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  • Day 2

    T minus 48 hours!

    July 25, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    In 2 days we begin our trip to Hungary and the Balkans. Follow us here.

  • Day 5

    Settling into Budapest

    July 28, 2018 in Hungary ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

    I woke up as we were on final approach to Munich. Actually, Colton woke me up. Then he asked me why my shirt had turned a faint shade of red. I gave it a sniff - it was the cabernet I had ordered several hours earlier, and I had beeen wearing it for so long that it had completely dried. That tylenol PM I took before takeoff had worked as advertised, and then some.

    Munich was a disaster. What should have been a quick 2 hour layover with a nice German lunch and maybe a big, beautiful German beer in an air conditioned lounge didn't happen. Someone had snuck past the security checkpoint and disappeared, so they made everybody exit the airport, then re enter through security. Thousands of people. Its was not good at all. 4.5 hours later we arrived at our gate, a couple of hundred feet from where we had de planed on the previous flight.

    After a short flight we were finally here - Budapest! We quickly found our hostel. The room is way more spartan than we expected, even by European standards, but its close to everything and we don't plan to do much sitting around. After a quick shower we set out to join a pub crawl that Colton had located. It was about 25 people, all tourists from all over Europe and was led by a young woman named Anna. She gave a very humorous speech about what we’d be doing. "There is only one rule she said. "don't be a jerk". She didn't actually use the word Jerk - it was much more colorful. The group went to several Ruin Bars - thats the cool thing here these days. Most buildngs here are very old, with large central coutryards. In some of the older, more abandoned buildings, outdoor bars have popped up in the coutryards. After 3 ruin bars, the group headed to a dance club. We decided that a club wasn't for us at that point in time so we said good bye and headed home for the night.

    We would need the sleep for the next day, as some interesting things were in our future including 'statue of the liberty', the crazy violinist on the hilltop an unexpected gig at a French restaurant and making some new friends.
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  • Day 6

    Exploring Budapest

    July 29, 2018 in Hungary ⋅ ☀️ 30 °C

    Beautiful Budapest! One of the more amazing cityscapes we have seen!

    The “lifts” are small here and Steve is terrified to get on them, thankfully he has me to keep him calm.

    We shouldn’t be surprised to see Kabali here, he will always be with us on these adventures.

    Doner anyone? This delicious Mediterranean mess of greasy meat, veggies and yogurt sauce wrapped in a pita hits the spot - at least twice a day for us!

    Alcoholic ice cream - we would love to try some, but this is only for kids 18 and less.
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  • Day 6

    Music

    July 29, 2018 in Hungary ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

    Steve here:

    Ferenc sent me a message. 'We usually set up at 7:30, start at 8:00 and end at 11." I thought that sounded rather rigid for a Jam session, but when in Rome...

    I brought a guitar on this trip. Traveling with a nice guitar can be well worth the risk and worry if the main focus of your trip is music, but an awful distraction if you are traveling for other reasons. I bought a very inexpensive parlour size guitar for this one. As soon as amazon delivered it i grew attached, but my worry about it's demise is not a $5k worry.

    It was getting late in the afternoon, so we caught the bus and rode down the hill, back across the river and jumped off at a stop that was within a mile of our hostel. A brisk walk, a quick shower and a quick cab ride got us to the place at 7:31. Not bad. I walked in and saw a gypsy guitar with a stimer pickup resting on the piano. Good. We had the right place. A minute later a guy walked up, saw my guitar case, smiled and stuck out his hand saying "Hi - I am Ferenc. You must be Steve. Welcome to Budapest".

    The restaurant was French and pretty upscale. There was a nice dining room, a bar and an outdoor terrace. 3 stools were set up in a large opening that connected the inside and outside. A violin and bass player materialized and we headed outside and across the street to a little park to talk and have a smoke. I asked if this was a gig or a jam session and they sort of said "eh - we have fun", and then told me the start and end times of the 3 sets we would be playing. So it was a gig then... Great!

    We talked a bit more and I mentioned some of my favorite artists, including Tcha Limberger and Stocello Rosenberg. "Ya - we play with them when they come to town". Me: "Like on stage , performing?!?!?". Them : "yes". I realized I was with some serious players and got a little nervous.

    We re entered the restaurant through the back, not the front. There was an older guy near the back door whose job, it seemed, was to grunt and push a button that opened the door.

    We took our places. I was worried they would call a tune I didn't know, but it turned out that all knew the same repertoire. They were so kind and welcoming that, despite being 5000 miles from home with 3 people I had just met about to play in a nice restaurant, I felt right at home. Ferenc called the first tune, Coquette.

    We started, and within four seconds I knew I was in the right place, with the right people. It immediately clicked. The rhythm was swinging. It felt good and it sounded good.

    It's been said before but it bears repeating that music is a universal language. All the little nonverbal nuances that happen when I'm playing with my band back home were happening here. The little nod when passing a solo, trading fours, and my favorite: everyone looking at each other right before the end of the song trying to figure out "which ending should we choose?". This last piece usually results in one of 3 or 4 stock endings that we play back home, and the exact same thing happened in Budapest. At times I would look down and really get lost in the song, then look up and realize where I was...

    Did I mention these guys were good? They were top tier players and I was lucky to keep up, but they were generous and I'd put my time in so it worked. After three, 45 minute sets, we were done.

    Colton had eaten a nice duck leg confit and I'd eaten a beer and 2 cigarettes, so I was starving. We said our goodbyes, jumped in a cab and headed back to our 'hood for some Doner Kebab and sleep.

    I hope Ferenc, Thomas and Martin come to visit Chicago some day.
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  • Day 7

    More Budapest

    July 30, 2018 in Hungary ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

    For our first full day in Budapest we had a lot we wanted to see. Where to even start? We decided to hike around for a while to get a better feel for what this city looks like in daylight. Its is the hot season now - temperatures are in the 90-95 degree range so after a few miles of admiring the amazing architecture we decided to have a few piping hot espressos and jump onto one of thoe fixed price, hop on/off busses they have on most big cities. Sure - that doesn't seem very adventurous but it’s a good, cheap way to get around and enjoy a nice breeze.

    Given the heat, we decided to take the bus up to what the pre recorded tour guide called "Statue of the Liberty". It's a beautiful monument in a breathtaking location - on the highest point overlooking the city, with views of the Danube, the wonderful bridges and the Parliament. We also knew there would be a nice breeze up there. It was erected in 1947 under the Soviets to commemorate and honor the Russian liberators. Life under the Iron Curtain was by all acounts harsh so at first it would seem odd that a statue honoring the Soviets would still stand after 1989... however, given the reign of terror and mass murder committed by the nazis in this land, it’s easy to see why the people who gave their lives to drive them out deserve to be honored. The statue sits atop the highest point over the city, on a hill that is mostly wooded, with white cliffs overlooking the danube at some points. It can be seen from almost anywhere in the city

    The Violinist
    A few hundred feet from the monument is a scenic overlook, with little cafes nearby. You can get a cold beer anywhere in Budapest - its amazing. The heat was such that we opted for water, an admittedly rare occurrance on this trip. A violin player had set up camp on the scenic overlook below the cafes - an older gentleman with blonde-going-to-gray hair. He asked where we were from and when we told him, he played Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. While it was nice that he played something he thought we would appreciate, I asked if he knew Besame Mucho and he complied. He was legit.

    Once the music was over, the Violinist turned into a tour guide, telling us about all of the buildings in view in a soft, grandfatherley voice, his thick accent adding to the charm. He kindly asked Colton to move a few feet so he could better see the Parliment building, and when Colton didn't immediately comply, he shrieked "MOVE OVER HERE NOW TODAY, NOT TOMORROW!!!!!" Sensing the wierdness of the situation but no real danger, Colton stepped over and the old man went back to his gentle, chaming voice and cotinued to tell us about the city. As he continued with his pleasant lilting tone, Colton asked him a question, "DO NOT INTERRUPTME!" He shrieked "I AM TRYING TO TELL YOU ABOUT BUDAPEST!!!!!!!" We decided this was fun so we went for a few more rounds of turning David Banner into the Incredible Hulk.

    After a few minutes some unfortunate tourists walked up. We told them that this guy was a really good violinist and that they should ask him to play them a song and they seemed delighted at the idea. We threw a decent tip in his violin case and were on our way.
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  • Day 8

    Budapest to Bosnia

    July 31, 2018 in Bosnia and Herzegovina ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    Colton here:

    Final Day in Budapest:
    We still had much to see. Sleep was as terrible as previous nights as the heat and humidity did not let up. The cure was a couple of double espressos and then stepping outside, the adrenaline of exploring the city kicked in again and we were ready to go.

    Shoes on the Danube:

    Thanks to the Global ERG’s “Ask me About” at the Summer Social, I had a conversation with Matt Feldman about our trip and upon hearing where we were headed, he told me “Shoes on the Danube” was something we needed to see. It’s a simple memorial on the bank of the Danube river where an estimated 20,000 people (mostly of Jewish heritage) were murdered by the nazis. The memorial is powerful in its simplicity as it features shoes of every type (men’s, women’s, children’s) facing the river in the place where they were shot and fell into the river.

    Communist Terror:

    Next we walked over to the “Terror Museum” which is the actual building where unspeakable acts of horror were committed first under nazi rule and then later under the communist regime. We learned very quickly that the happiness of being liberated from nazi rule quickly faded as life behind the Iron Curtain proved to be its own kind of terrible. For anyone that has gone to any of these types of historical places of great suffering, you know they make you sick just thinking about what took place and trying to wonder how people can do these things to other people. So sad.

    Time to Decompress:

    These were important things to see, but difficult and depressing, and left us in a heavy and somber mood. We needed to decompress and reflect so we headed to the Roman baths/thermal pools to chill out for a bit. To go in the mineral pool we needed to buy swim caps and looked pretty silly wearing them, but had some fun with it. We rounded out the night enjoying some traditional Hungarian folk dancing and music, drinking some wine and walking the streets at night one last time before heading out in the morning.

    Boiled Carp Soup, Pigsteak and the Signs of a Recent War:

    It was time to head out for Bosnia, but before setting out on our 8+ hour drive, we stopped by the main office of the organizers of these crazy adventure trips, The Travel Scientists, to say hi and see the office. Then we met our driver and it was off to Bosnia.

    Once reaching southern Hungary, we heard the local dish to try is a paprika-spiced fish soup, with local fish from the Danube, so of course we would try some! On reading the attempt at an English translation of the menu, we came to learn that it was boiled carp soup. I wasn’t too excited to learn this, because carp was a fish we never considered eating. But I’m all about trying the hinge that are important to the cultures of the places I am visiting. Just in case, we wanted to order some backup food, so I ordered some other fried fish dish, the type of fish was Zander. Steve wanted to order the Gypsy Roast and it was explained to him jubilantly that this was pigsteak!! A funny literal translation of a type of pork chop. The carp soup came and we forced some down, I struggled with thinking that it was big chunks of cut up carp, but I’ve eaten worse things, and I’m sure I will again!

    Back on the road through Croatia for a bit and into Bosnia. The landscape changed quickly in that we started seeing several destroyed and abandoned houses and our suspicions were confirmed that they belonged to people who fled or were killed during the Bosnian War of the 90s. We weren’t quite prepared to learn of how bad things were for the people living there during the war and the Siege of Sarajevo. More to come on that in the next post.
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  • Day 10

    Sarajevo under Siege

    August 2, 2018 in Bosnia and Herzegovina ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    Sarajevo is a sobering place. It was under siege for over 1400 days between 1992 and 1996 with no power, water or supplies. It's hard to understand that this would be possible until you see it - it is in a valley, surrounded on all sides by hills and mountains. The enemy had the high ground from all sides and shelled them every day and there were snipers everywhere.

    Compared to Budapest, this place has a solemness to it. Everyone over the age of 30 is old enough to remember it. Most conversations that start elsewhere seem to somehow go there.

    We did a tour of the last day for ArchDuke Ferdinand, in 1914 and his wife Sophie. It was fascinating to see the very spot where World War 1 started, yet still, the conversation went there. Our tour guide was a guy in his 30s and it was just us 3. He told us that when he was a child out playing in the street a sniper's bullet hit a wall nearby - he thinks it was aimed at him. We asked if he played outside after that he said yes, but never again in a red shirt. 50 children were hit by snipers during the siege. He told us about eating tuna donated by the U.N. - leftovers from the Vietnam war, and a cookbook that the mother's created with things like how to make 'spinach' by boiling prickly nettles.

    We did a second tour, this one about the siege. It was 4 hours long. Our guide was of similar age to the first one and the driver was in his early 60s. We saw what was left of the Olympic village (not much), and took a drive down snipers alley. There are still bullet holes everywhere. In one area, almost every building was littered with thousands of bullet holes, shrapnel and clear evidence of heavy shelling.

    There are makeshift graveyards everywhere in places graveyards normally wouldn't be. Again, the snipers made it very dangerous to even bury the dead. There are graves in most of the parks - little clusters here and there. It was really really heavy stuff. It's one thing to see pictures - it's hard not to get choked up seeing it in person. Look up what a Sarajevo rose is. We saw a few of those, too.

    Next, we headed to the old NATO airfield. NATO was bound by agreement to not let anyone leave and in exchange, the airfield was the only spot not held by the enemy. An 800 meter tunnel was dug under the runway - the only connection to the outside world and it was dug in the later part of the siege. They said it played a big role in ending it.

    On our way to go up the mountain to see the sites of the snipers nests and tanks were positioned, we passed through an area (a semi-autonomous region within the country of Bosnia) still loyal to the other side and we saw posters praising convicted war criminals proudly displayed on government buildings. We saw grafiti that was translated to 'the eagle is gone but the nest is still here'. It was chilling.

    The tour van got stopped by mini road block , and our driver dealt with the cops. We were missing a fire extinguisher, a violation. The driver gave them a bribe and we were on our way after a few minutes. We were told that after he gave them the money, he told them that his wife was sick and that wasn't very cool of them. They offered to give it back and he said "no, keep it".

    A little while later Colton asked our guide if the driver was involved in the war (the driver didn’t speak any English). Our guide said the driver was a member of a famous/infamous squad of Bosnians that had fought on the very mountain we were descending. His commanding officer was an infamous character in the siege. After years of fighting he sort of lost it and started killing Serbs inside the city (Serbs got shelled, too). Eventually the police came for him and his group of vigilantes - 12 police officers died in the raid. A second group of police eventually caught up with the commander and killed him.

    I don't think our guide usually tells that story, as he was very emotional and worked up by the end of it. The driver kept driving us down the hill, seemingly happy with how his day was going.
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  • Day 10

    The Great Balkan Ride begins.

    August 2, 2018 in Bosnia and Herzegovina ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    Tonight is dinner and drinks with the organizers and the other teams, then a mandatory briefing at 8am in the morning for our first day with a destination to a small town in Montenegro.

    Our ride for this trip is an older Volvo V70 wagon. Not the Eastern European Lada we thought we might get stuck with, but not exactly a new car, either. It's FWD with a manual transmission, 250k km on the clock and air conditioning that works for 10 minutes every 2 hours. On the positive side, it's roomy, sturdy and has a massive range given it's large fuel tank and smallish engine. This going to be one amazing ride.Read more

  • Day 11

    Day 1 - Into the mountains

    August 3, 2018 in Montenegro ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    We left our hotel at decent time but didn't make decent time, at least not at first. The main route out of town was under construction and was entirely closed. After an hour of roads not being where they should be (according to the map) we found a way out. We passed through the same Srpska territory we'd seen on the Siege tour. We were pretty happy once we were out of there and onto the open road. Pretty early into the drive we came to a spot where a landslide had covered the road, but a temporary gravel workaround had been constructed.

    There are a lot of tunnels on the road to Montenegro, and none of them are lit. There are lights, but most of the bulbs were burned out. It took a little getting used to.

    After a while the landscape changed, and we worked our way into the Tara Canyon aka the Grand Canyon of Europe. I recently read an article that included this in the top 10 most scenic drives in the world. It was a long, winding climb over rivers and reservoirs, with plentry of tunnels and not very many guard rails. The views were amazing. It looked a lot like Colorado or Montana. There were little river rafting operations all over the place and we tried to get out on the river, but it was too late in the day - no trips started after 11 am.

    After hours of climbing we passed the tree line and the scenery changed dramatically. It went from beautiful mountain forest to something that looked like a beautifully kept front lawn draped over massive mountains. It looked like we teleported to an entirely different planet.

    We saw flocks of goats and sheep, some of which were polite enough to stay off the road. These creatures were responsible for giving the mountains that freshly mowed lawn look. The afternoon was a series of tight blind turns, again with no guard rails, and long sweeping straightaways that hug the sides of the mountains It was beautiful.

    We had skipped lunch in order to make good time, but by late afternoon we were starving. We came upon a little solitary cabin that had signs indicating it was a restaurant. It was pretty much a single room, with a little counter, a wood burning stove and a tiny kitchen. The proprietor greeted us and before we ordered anything shots of local liquor appeared. I had finished my bit of driving for the day so I partook. Colton had a taste and then I drank the rest of his, too.

    Colton asked the proprietor if there was a bathroom. No one there spoke much English - there was a small group chain smoking at the other table that might have been his family. The owner gestured towards the mountainscape visible through the window, then he gestured to the grassy plain, then to a nearby outcrop, saying something along the lines of "it is all around you". Heh. The other group got a good laugh out of that one, too.

    We asked about food options and he said "bread, cheese, meat". Colton ordered bread cheese, I ordered bread cheese meat. A few minutes later sandwiches came out. The cheese was amazing - very fresh and local, most likely from some of the cows we had heckled earlier (let he who hasn't rolled down the window and mooed at a cow cast the first stone). The ham was a really nice smoked prosciutto - given the location it had to be from nearby.

    About an hour later we made it to our stop for the night, Zabljk, Montenegro - the highest altitude city in the Balkans. I've never been to the Swiss Alps but it sure looked like I imagined it would. It reminded me a lot of a little mountain towns in Canada, in both look and feel. We skipped dinner with the group since we had such a late lunch but wound up eating late night - we actually found a place that was open for dinner after 11pm. We had roasted mushrooms, German sausage with a side of beer. On the half mile walk down the un-lit road to dinner we spotted a hedgehog and on the walk back we heard what sounded like coyotes or wolves screeching and whooping in the distance.

    Normally it can be hard to sleep well at altitudes like that, but we all slept like rocks - the drive, while beautiful, took a lot of mental energy. There was talk of an amazing zipline that was a little off our route the next day so everyone was excited to get up and hit the road early so we could get a good start on day 2.
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