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🇭🇺🏛szombathely part 2 - Jáki Templom

Hey everyone, this is part two of the Szombathely series. You can watch part one of my adventure through Ancient Roman Savaria right here:    • ⚔️🇭🇺 Szombathely, Savaria (vas megye ...   This mini two part series is actually a series within a series about what is perhaps the most dynamic county in all of Magyarország, Vas Megye, aka Iron County. Part 1 was the video linked above. I posted part 2 yesterday from the Nâdasdy Fesztivál in Sárvár:    • wild magyar ottoman festival in the b...   So after today's episode we still have two more to go in the 5 part Vas Megye Vandorlo chronicle. Part 4 will be posted tomorrow which is really part 2 from Sarvar and then we finish things up outside the festival grounds on friday with a bathhouse bandit aka gyogyfurdoi betyar review of the sarvar furdo. Wow that was a mouthful. Oh, and now we still have 4,000 words to go. Ok, crank up the music, change the song and then we write straight as a line quick as an arrow until we run out of space..... should be about, 8 minutes in a burst ... 3:54 now, music changes from african beats to something..... one sec, I'll be right back and then we are absolutely cranking until 4:02... fuck only 7 minutes now... let's go... Ok... so where were we... right, Vas Megye.... Iron county and it was a lovely day because I woke up and a wonderful reggeli was waiting on the picnic table outside. You see I was with Alexa and he mother and her grandmother and they always make my favorite type of Hungarian breakfast when we travel together. Namely. large quantities of greasy, hardened pork fat in a tub, with a wooden board of chopped up veggies (usually an assortment of onions, paprika, and.... well, usually just those are all you need, maybe some radish sometimes) .... this goes along with bread so thick you could sleep on it and delicious hot steamy lemon tea. Scarfed down in repeated shmears and spreads with slices of cheese and deli meat to make Hungarian breakfast sandwhiches and fuel a day of adventure. An that is exactly what we had out in Vas Megye. Nagymama was actually born here. And it was lovely to accompany her on a trip through her childhood, past the fields and through the trees, sweeping into small villages like Ják, crescendoed by its neo gothic marvel, the Jáki templom. But did I just skip the market? Cause that's what we did first thing after brekkie, we took a trip to the piac. I was thoroughly impressed with the Szombathely Piac, and I guess it really shouldn't come as a shock to anyone that szombathely, aka "Saturday Place" would have a bustling Saturday market. It was energizing as you could imagine charging through the endless stalls of farm fresh sargabarck, goat cheese, rows of purple onion, smiling sellers of pickles and eggs and ribizli szorp. And as with any good market the people were meeting as they always do on Saturday early afternoon, commencing their commitments for the day, be they with family, or friends, or all by their lonesome, with a trip to the stalls to get something far more worth buying than any of the mass produced swill they offer at the crass commercialistic outlets outside the piac grounds. Now, after I gave that girl 300 forints to buy herself a watermelon that's when we departed, but on the way back home I saw Szent Marton of Tours and I jumped out of the car fast as a cannon, while Nagymama and Anyuka and the rest of the population of Ancient Roman Savaria watched on aghast with horror and shock and some combination of pity mixed with disgust. What is that crazy man doing Mama? Said a small girl to her guardian. The look on the mother's face suggested that certain things were better left unsaid. Now Szent Marton of Tours was a fascinating man and he was most famous of all for his magic cloak. But that is a story I will get to another time because, oh god damnit we are running out of time and space and better hurry up, haven't picked my fingers up from the board yet, just clacking and clacking and stalling and right, into the Jaki templom which was closed until it wasn't and taught us all the magnificent lesson that approaching disappointment with a positive attitude is almost always a good idea, particularly if there are 13th century gothic marvels to be witnessed. Then it was over to a stop on the road known as the Bagoly Var, a mysterious ruined palace that looked to all who saw it as if a party could have taken place the night prior, only that the party was really 37 years ago, whereby time froze and nothing changed until that very day when our group of 4 brave conquistadors came across the scene and saw it for ourselves. Loose flower pots, empty palinka bottles, Santa Claus hats, smashed up purple cars and loose bits of glass crusted along the ground. Something terrible had happened there in the late 40s after world war 2. Damn Soviets. Now I'm almost out of space, if you want to hear more of my thoughts head over to www.patreon.com/withwillie #Hungary #magyarország #szombathely