Coincidence

Yes I know I didnt update the blog for a long time, but I have my reasons (finals, if you ever heard about it). Today's post I wont make a big effort either. Just a short (10 mins) vid on coincidence, accidental happenings. Its a great little addition for the tattoo (die symbol) I have. I always tried to explain what do I think about accidentals, but this guy definetely brings more point, not to mention he is a native speaker so it's much easier to understand him. Destiny-believers, fate supporters, behold, because this video is gonna shock your world at the very foundation! :)

Little Laurens!

the final compulsory stuff during my media studies. special thanks to nalan for an above-school-quality camera.

Hot trip to heaven

The title refers to this

Months after stepping out of Hungary, I eventually decided to leave the country for three days. The original plan was to hitchike until Oradea (or Nagyvárad in hungarian), Romania, spend a day there and catch a train back to Eger on Wednesday. As some of you may know, one of my fav quote is as follows:

The good traveller has no plans nor intention on arriving

Well, this time I had no intention not to arrive as it was planned. Guess what, nothing went according to my ideas.

The whole thing started a bit slow, getting rides in the hungarian plain Alföld (more precisely-Hortobágy) takes time. Not to mention the burning mid-July sun... with a stupid color invertion, here is how we looked like during these hours (Nalan-Egle-Me):

After 6 hours we reached Debrecen, east to Eger (normally it should be around 1,5 hrs on highway) on road 33 (secondary). Not much time left until sunset, so catching a ride towards the border and also a bus brought us just 10 kms short on reaching Romania. Monday's last car finally took us to Oradea, just before 20.00 (ROM time).

In order to keep attention, important sidenote: what do you get if you mix a turkish passport, an EU visa plus entering Romania, a non-Schengen country? Answer: going back to Hungary is only possible by visiting another country.

Couchsurfing is still awesome, our host is a cute, young couple. The flat makes us feel like we were at home, and their little baby boy, Peter is the icing on the cake:

Oradea is a busy, green town in Western Romania. People speak both Romanian and Hungarian, so the being abroad feeling is not complete for me. Not that it takes anything away from the values of the town, we have a great day strolling through the streets.

The schorching sun makes us run for shelter, Laktobar is definetely the place to hide in with its retro feeling and extravagant decoration:

After refreshments, the castle is our final destination. The little pond there makes the girls fully satisfied with the sightseeing:

Our day is complete with a few drinks in Moscow, an alternative bar situated in the centre; we all prepare for going back the next day. But Wednesday morning wakes us up with a shocking information (remember my sidenote): Nalan can't go back to Hungary directly. After a few calls to turkish embassies, the previous sentence is more than confirmed, we are obliged to visit another country before re-entering Hungary.

Egle has to catch a train back to Eger, so we rub a few teardrops in the station, and plan our next move. This is how we do it, desperately waiting 4 hours to for our train to Arad (bank of river Kőrös):

Getting to Arad makes no difference when purchasing a map makes us realize there is no way we get to the Serbian border from there. So Timisoara (Temesvár) is our next stop. Hopes are low and concerns are high as we recognize: no train nor bus to the border, not even the day after. Making peace with the idea of hitchiking to the frontier on Thursday, renting a motel room is the last action of the day. My apologies, the last one is the moment of joy when (after a well-deserved and needed shower) we eat our dinner:

Our luck reaches another level when the fifth car stops and takes us to the border next morning. Things looks suspicious: no cars, no people there, but being convinced we are at the right place, we head towards the crossing. And here I make my biggest (and so far, only) violation against law:

In case you wonder, FYI: the picture immortalizes the moment when I already passed the Romanian, and about the cross the Serbian border. Illegaly. No surprises when on the Serbian side a sentry guard runs and shouts, and then takes us to the building, saying problema.

Our map lied, big time. The frontier is closed. After three hours of waiting in a room (from which we can't get out), they happily announce: we can go to Serbia. Hooray! Wait a second... Romanian patrol car rolls in, and takes us to their office. They make us write a declaration about why we violated the closed border, how we came here etc., telegram style but short novel length. After an hour of desperation, being questioned by officers, whose English is below-basic (and that's a compassionate assesment), the miracle happens: they let us go.

We don't even recognize walking three kms in the plains (that's a lie though), and crossing the border to Serbia is the biggest relief since Pál Schmitt's resignation.

Srspka Crnja is the first town we cross, without googleing or a native speaker this name is a definite tongue twister. Who cares, if an albanese moslim confectioner who speaks Hungarian takes you to Kikinda? No one, right? So our happiness is unmatched when we get on the bus that heads to Horgos, the closest Serbian town to the Hungarian border:

 From here a taxi takes us to Szeged: we are finally at home. No bus nor train again, but it doesnt'bother any of us- we are in Hungary. Motel, and taking a bus in the dawn- we finally arrive to Eger 11 am., Friday.

The pleasant trip, designed for three days got and additional two; but the memories and adventure we got counts much more than any kind of difficulty we faced.

Next year, same time, same place?

Atmosphere is the keyword

Sometimes when you wake up, and just feel that there is something in the air that ensures your day is gonna be perfect. Some silent music assists for washing out the sleepiness from your eyes.

Sitting at the table, preparing a bit for your lesson, reading the news when a slow motion from your side reminds you that you are not alone. Mild and calm, tired but sweet enough, the motion flows on and ends up in a gorgeuos smile.

Shy sunbeams are filtering through the clouds, cherishing the long black hair, exposing its brownish features. The motion decides to move on: eyelids are eventually opening up, repeating the smile the mouth did just a second ago.

The motion trembles and shakes as I can't stop myself intervening in it. The fragile phenomena is at my grasp, and I try not to let it go.

The motion is over but now the day is flowing on. It seems like the beauty of that motion in the morning was planted into the world. Bitter thoughts don't even bother with disturbing me. I spend hours sitting in the window, writing what I have to write, and thinking about...

What today looks like a tiny bit of happiness, will be regarded as one of my best moment tomorrow.

Dirty west

no approval needed
dirty west?
does that exist? come on. matter of a point of view. still.
you thinka fucking solo, yes, guitar would fix all the shit that happened? wake upNEO this is the blog where you dont have to put commas, periods because the author doesnt give a shit
about the blog
bout life
bout
eh
who knows
still.
some ppl still wish he (me?) cares
what are you talking about again
sobriety and peter levay are not friends... actually they werent at all since one motherfucker created "time".
had to be jesus, no other ass could have done that sin...
anyway! you, dearest reader, did you know that you, yes, you, foreigner are more interested in this blog than my fellow hungarians? to be correct: fellow madafaca hungarians give less shit in my HUNGARIAN blog than you, dear foreigners give to my other one...
disgraceful...
who cares peter?
sink in the waves of common ppl. your fate is written in the book of ignorant people,... isnt it? haha
enjoy life
bastard
you know how it works
one problem is
that you cannot explain it in
this simple language

O! principles of mine.

I always had a feeling that people are showing off if they write bout the following stuff:

sexual life
how interesting/ succesful/ valuable/ smart his/her personality is
new gf/bf/pet/whale/freshly baked cake
tattoo

Suppose you figured it out why did i make the list above. Bingo! its all about the tattoo. I have a theory that you can make as many you please as long it has a meaning. Not like putting a Nike logo on your ass, commercializing your most (?) precious part; you know what i mean.
So, as some of you may already know, i got a die (dice if the word is not familiar in singular), which stand for:

1. Philosophy. Fate is not shaping our lives. Coincidence and our decisions are forging it.Period.

What relatively new is that i came up with the following topics, that are gonna be drawn/ put on my lovely baby skin:

2. Love. Does that need any explanation?
3. Career. Eventhough I pretend I dont give a shit, I would LOVE to have my passion as my career. Way to go.
4. Family. Cos I wanna become a cute daddy. No argument here.

May noticed that three are not defined. its cos i have no clue about their place, size, symbol exactly. I guess i have time though. Im a man at my word, especially on my blog (thats irony right), so i ll do all of these!

oh wait...what did i say about showing off in the beginning? ah nevermind. im keep doing it since 2007.

Iyi geceler... eventually

any idea what is gonzo?
weellll
i pretend
this is is pure gonzo
nah this is actually pure peter. pure letters. pure fucked up words, one after another. sacmalama yaa! wise one would say. wise one would say.
do i really believe words are my future?
beto
you,spanish director genius. you said. im the gifted one. well... welll played, friend. if i EVER get an appreciation for my writer knowledge...or however you call it... you ll be the first one i mention. tamam mi?
whoever you are!
leave me
human beings
leave me...
attention is the thing i seek most and least...
please...
know me.. understand me
and
iyi geceler.