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christabel_daae) wrote2008-06-01 12:07 am
christabel_daae) wrote2008-06-01 12:07 am
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Hungarian Journal-8
Another hello from the past. This time the entry will contain, I guess, even less descriptions of sights. Almost inclusively words, words and words about nothing. As for the photos, they mostly depict food). Though there'll be several nice takes of Lviv City. Like this one:
This entry was written during the last day of my trip, when I had to stray in Lviv, waiting for my evening train home. I couldn't find the necessary clarity of thought to continue about my journey in chronological order, so I wrote mostly to distract myself. No wonder this is such a large entry - I even cut it in two!
Sunday, the 22th of July
10:14 AM – finally Kyiv time!
*at the fast-food restaurant ‘Puzata Hata’*
I’m back, home again! Well… that’s almost home. At least, I can feel at home in Lviv. How do I adore this wonderful city! I have some extra reasons to be pleased: by now I have devoured an English breakfast or more than an English breakfast (two fried eggs, three thin sausages – we call such “Hunter’s” sausages, several boiled potatoes, sliced cucumbers and tomatoes, parsley – for only 10.9 Ukrainian hryvnyas, that’s just over 2$ or much less than 2 euro). This restaurant is one of a nice Ukrainian cuisine fastfood network named ‘Puzata Hata’. I adore this network. Prices are very considerable (not to say pleasantly low) even for Ukrainian standards. And the food’s excellent, the service quick and polite, the interior in such a beautiful folk style!
My Breakfast
To finish with the food topic (only for a break), I’ll say that I hate the very idea of the continental breakfast. Croissants are fine, but only for dessert. At the beginning of the day one needs something decent. And so I am going to leave the hospitable ‘hata’ to wander and get lost in medieval Lviv streets. (By that I want to say that stupid Sasha has forgotten her Lviv map at home – and greedy Sasha doesn’t want to buy another one)
A quarter to eleven
*in a park overlooking Lviv State University and a statue of Ivan Franko*
Ah! By this time I can see that I’ll hardly write an account on Pannonhalma+Györ+Tata today. Well, then I’ll simply keep writing on every stop about what I see around me – and recent events. And as for those Hungarian towns… I’ll recall them later, and in a more comfortable place. Ha, that’s what they call ‘an elaborate composition’!..
Yesterday, 21.07.07. we left Eger at 6 o’clock. We watched ‘Catch Me if You Can’ – I’’d once seen its beginning and was oh-so-happy to see the suite. I like such pictures, being fond of cunning geniuses, constant challenge of one’s mind… I’m as well glad because of this ‘Endes gut – alles gut’. Probably I’m too sentimental, but I’m always glad when the characters finally manage to find their happiness.
At half past nine – that’s half past ten in Ukrainian time – we started the passage of the border. We were back in dearest motherland only by midnight (Ukrainian time, surely). Evening tea. How clever (and modest;) I am to travel with packs of cream – cream was not provided (for tea with cream is pretty amiss among my fellow countrymen). However, white Eger wine was provided;) The sleeping hour, at last.
At night I woke up several times and fell into oblivion again. Before six o’clock in the morning we were in front of the Central Railway Station in Lviv. Yawning and coughing, for I was lucky to catch a cold, I waved good-bye to our group and the group manager, pulled out my luggage and crawled with it to the baggage deposite department. Over an our à la salle d’attente. Fine Lviv coffee with a wafer. (Btw: if you’re not from Ukraine, you should know that Lviv coffee houses are very, very famous for their strong coffee). As soon as it was time for at least some of cafés and shops to open (or at a quarter to eight) I took a tram to downtown.
The Railway Station
I have visited Lviv only once, five years before, as an 8-grader (or 13-year-old girl). Those were four exciting days with Mum and Daniel. So now I was gaily recalling these ancient narrow streets and squares, the cobblestone pavement, the street lamps, the metal medieval house signs…
Market Square - the central square in Lviv
The Famous Black House in Market Square
As the battery in my mobile phone got lowm U spent half an hour at some internet café, aimlessly surfing the net while it was charging.
The Monument to Taras Shevchenko in Lviv. In front of it was that inet café))
And then I found ‘Puzata hata’. Imagine my joy – I didn’t know the network had already opened restaurants beyond Kyiv!
Some minutes to 1 PM
*at ’Veronica’, a marvellous café*
Quite right, that’s probably the best confectionery in Lviv. We paid a visit here 5 years ago, and I still remember two intricately decorated plates of different ice cream desserts. For Lviv the café is rather expensive, for the capital – not at all. I’ve already finished my delicious mousse ‘Exotic’, passionfruit and kiwi. Am going to order another one, for this is what I need. As for tea, I’ve chosen mixed herbs and was wrong here, this tastes like some unpleasant mixture.
The interior of the café
My Lviv adventures so far… It became truly hot, even keeping to the shaded parts of the streets doesn’t help against sweating. And still 18 hours before I’ll have an opportunity to bathe!
After having breakfast I was trying to find this very café. I remembered it to be situated in Shevchenko boulevard (I found out that it’s, actually, a Shevchenko prospect:). Normal people do ask the way. But I thought that I’d better wander in various directions to stumble upon the place sought for some time. However odd the technique may seem to you, it has worked several times. Just this morning the second block I walked after getting off the tram happened to be Ploshtcha Rynok (Market Square, the central one in Lviv) with its City Hall. Anyway, with ‘Veronica’ it was much more difficult. Cakes and mugs of tea were dancing on front of my eyes, and I had to ask an aged lady for help. In 15 minutes I had to ask another one to find out I had walked three blocks more in the wrong direction (oh no, the first lady was quite right, ‘twas me who at one point turned to the wrong side).
Another mousse, raspberry this time. I found out I do like this dessert. The question is: what to do next? The heat doesn’t let me explore the city. And still such a long time before the train leaves! Should I find another internet café and get lost in the web? I really don’t know…
My raspberry mousse, my tea and my journal
*To be continued...*
This entry was written during the last day of my trip, when I had to stray in Lviv, waiting for my evening train home. I couldn't find the necessary clarity of thought to continue about my journey in chronological order, so I wrote mostly to distract myself. No wonder this is such a large entry - I even cut it in two!
Sunday, the 22th of July
10:14 AM – finally Kyiv time!
*at the fast-food restaurant ‘Puzata Hata’*
I’m back, home again! Well… that’s almost home. At least, I can feel at home in Lviv. How do I adore this wonderful city! I have some extra reasons to be pleased: by now I have devoured an English breakfast or more than an English breakfast (two fried eggs, three thin sausages – we call such “Hunter’s” sausages, several boiled potatoes, sliced cucumbers and tomatoes, parsley – for only 10.9 Ukrainian hryvnyas, that’s just over 2$ or much less than 2 euro). This restaurant is one of a nice Ukrainian cuisine fastfood network named ‘Puzata Hata’. I adore this network. Prices are very considerable (not to say pleasantly low) even for Ukrainian standards. And the food’s excellent, the service quick and polite, the interior in such a beautiful folk style!
My Breakfast
To finish with the food topic (only for a break), I’ll say that I hate the very idea of the continental breakfast. Croissants are fine, but only for dessert. At the beginning of the day one needs something decent. And so I am going to leave the hospitable ‘hata’ to wander and get lost in medieval Lviv streets. (By that I want to say that stupid Sasha has forgotten her Lviv map at home – and greedy Sasha doesn’t want to buy another one)
A quarter to eleven
*in a park overlooking Lviv State University and a statue of Ivan Franko*
Ah! By this time I can see that I’ll hardly write an account on Pannonhalma+Györ+Tata today. Well, then I’ll simply keep writing on every stop about what I see around me – and recent events. And as for those Hungarian towns… I’ll recall them later, and in a more comfortable place. Ha, that’s what they call ‘an elaborate composition’!..
Yesterday, 21.07.07. we left Eger at 6 o’clock. We watched ‘Catch Me if You Can’ – I’’d once seen its beginning and was oh-so-happy to see the suite. I like such pictures, being fond of cunning geniuses, constant challenge of one’s mind… I’m as well glad because of this ‘Endes gut – alles gut’. Probably I’m too sentimental, but I’m always glad when the characters finally manage to find their happiness.
At half past nine – that’s half past ten in Ukrainian time – we started the passage of the border. We were back in dearest motherland only by midnight (Ukrainian time, surely). Evening tea. How clever (and modest;) I am to travel with packs of cream – cream was not provided (for tea with cream is pretty amiss among my fellow countrymen). However, white Eger wine was provided;) The sleeping hour, at last.
At night I woke up several times and fell into oblivion again. Before six o’clock in the morning we were in front of the Central Railway Station in Lviv. Yawning and coughing, for I was lucky to catch a cold, I waved good-bye to our group and the group manager, pulled out my luggage and crawled with it to the baggage deposite department. Over an our à la salle d’attente. Fine Lviv coffee with a wafer. (Btw: if you’re not from Ukraine, you should know that Lviv coffee houses are very, very famous for their strong coffee). As soon as it was time for at least some of cafés and shops to open (or at a quarter to eight) I took a tram to downtown.
The Railway Station
I have visited Lviv only once, five years before, as an 8-grader (or 13-year-old girl). Those were four exciting days with Mum and Daniel. So now I was gaily recalling these ancient narrow streets and squares, the cobblestone pavement, the street lamps, the metal medieval house signs…
Market Square - the central square in Lviv
The Famous Black House in Market Square
As the battery in my mobile phone got lowm U spent half an hour at some internet café, aimlessly surfing the net while it was charging.
The Monument to Taras Shevchenko in Lviv. In front of it was that inet café))
And then I found ‘Puzata hata’. Imagine my joy – I didn’t know the network had already opened restaurants beyond Kyiv!
Some minutes to 1 PM
*at ’Veronica’, a marvellous café*
Quite right, that’s probably the best confectionery in Lviv. We paid a visit here 5 years ago, and I still remember two intricately decorated plates of different ice cream desserts. For Lviv the café is rather expensive, for the capital – not at all. I’ve already finished my delicious mousse ‘Exotic’, passionfruit and kiwi. Am going to order another one, for this is what I need. As for tea, I’ve chosen mixed herbs and was wrong here, this tastes like some unpleasant mixture.
The interior of the café
My Lviv adventures so far… It became truly hot, even keeping to the shaded parts of the streets doesn’t help against sweating. And still 18 hours before I’ll have an opportunity to bathe!
After having breakfast I was trying to find this very café. I remembered it to be situated in Shevchenko boulevard (I found out that it’s, actually, a Shevchenko prospect:). Normal people do ask the way. But I thought that I’d better wander in various directions to stumble upon the place sought for some time. However odd the technique may seem to you, it has worked several times. Just this morning the second block I walked after getting off the tram happened to be Ploshtcha Rynok (Market Square, the central one in Lviv) with its City Hall. Anyway, with ‘Veronica’ it was much more difficult. Cakes and mugs of tea were dancing on front of my eyes, and I had to ask an aged lady for help. In 15 minutes I had to ask another one to find out I had walked three blocks more in the wrong direction (oh no, the first lady was quite right, ‘twas me who at one point turned to the wrong side).
Another mousse, raspberry this time. I found out I do like this dessert. The question is: what to do next? The heat doesn’t let me explore the city. And still such a long time before the train leaves! Should I find another internet café and get lost in the web? I really don’t know…
My raspberry mousse, my tea and my journal
*To be continued...*