Rough Guide: The Costs of Owning and Riding a Bike in Vietnam

I was hanging out on a beach in Sihanoukville, Cambodia with a cool girl from Canada, Sam. She was the one who told me crazy stories about her experiences riding through Vietnam. She was the one who infected me. ‘I’m gonna buy a bike and ride through Vietnam. What could go wrong, right?’ I have never ridden a motorbike, but I was assured time and time again, it’s as easy as riding, well, a bike. Long and accidental story short, I bought a used Honda Win, christened Seargent Pepper, for $275 and the adventure of a lifetime began. Continue reading “Rough Guide: The Costs of Owning and Riding a Bike in Vietnam”

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Moving to Denmark ● Part 1: Housing

As many of you know, I have moved to Copenhagen, Denmark in October. This was mainly done because I didn’t feel challenged enough at home, didn’t really see a clear way to break away from what I was doing (bartender/waiter). Also I got very antsy and the need to travel, to experience something new reared its head again – this was not helped by the two months I had spent in Asia.

So I weighed my options, and having a bit of cash on hand (that’s one of the things you’ll need if you want to move to CPH), I decided to give Denmark a try, after hearing  good opinions from friends. I have never been there, didn’t know a whole lot about the country… I bought a one-way ticket and threw sensibleness out the window. Maybe you are not as crazy as I am and want some preparation on how to carve out a life for yourself? YOU ARE IN LUCK! I’ll chronicle my adventures and obstacles I’ve faced, so maybe you won’t have to. Or you will anyway. No promises… let’s go!  Continue reading “Moving to Denmark ● Part 1: Housing”

Hiking Trolltunga in Winter

It’s been a week since I’ve attempted, and successfully completed, the hardest hike I have ever been on. It was my girlfriend’s idea and I didn’t know better – and there wasn’t anything written about hiking in the winter, only the summer. The easy-peasy one. So I’ve decided to do a quick write-up, to help out others who don’t know what they are getting into when you attempt to scale the Norwegian mountains to see Trolltunga! Continue reading “Hiking Trolltunga in Winter”

The die is cast

Szóval, megkaptam a thai vízumomat. Nincs helye több kétkedésnek, időhúzásnak, kihátrálásnak. Menni kell, előre, megállíthatatlanul.

Mindent megpróbálok majd, hogy időnként írjak és képeket pakoljak fel ide, de ez idő és internet kérdése is lesz. Biztos ami biztos, kövessetek instán, valahol valami történni fog 😉

Indulásra készen (?)

Nos, ismét megpróbálom… megpróbálok kijutni Ázsiába. A múlt évi kísérlet nem volt a legfényesebb, bár elég jól indult. Repjegy megvéve, oltások beszúrva, biztosítás megkötve. Mi hiányzott? A vízum. Bizony, ilyen röhejes indok miatt kellett farkamat behúzva lemondani a jegyet és itthon maradni.

Bár többek között azért is mondtam fel decemberre, hogy most tényleg legyen elég időm megszervezni mindent, megint a legutolsó pillanatra maradt a dolgok nagyja. Egy hét múlva repülök… vízum? Holnap. Szállás? Majd ha lesz vízum. Ugyanez a biztosítással, a pénzzel és még folytathatnám.

Sokat gondolkoztam, miért csináltam mindent (megint) ilyen idiótán. Félek basszus. Félek elindulni, hónapokra, egyedül egy teljesen idegen kultúrába, országba mindenféle biztonsági háló nélkül. Pénz van, de még amiatt is félek, hogy kevés lesz. Nagyon remélem, hogy megkapom a vízumot, onnantól kezdve nincs több kibúvó. Nincs több ’következő év’. Menni kell… drukkoljatok nekem ha én még nem vagyok képes teljesen.

Travel Blog France #6 – Nothing to do with France / Back to Arosa

Well, seems like I’ve neglected to write for almost 4 months now. Let’s pick up where I’ve left off and work our way to my current hectic situation, ey?

After I’ve returned to Budapest from Switzerland, Sanyi coerced me into returning once again to Arosa so that I’d look for some job of my own – Attila secured a prep cook gig for himself, so I thought: why not. I took the easy road and bought a train ticket to Zürich, only 12 hours of travel in a very uncomfortable carriage, had a morning coffee and hiked down to Chur. The weather was kind to me, and so were my riders. Continue reading “Travel Blog France #6 – Nothing to do with France / Back to Arosa”