Escaping Europe's biggest housing estate for similarly noteworthy lake

The great Balaton

Trabant convention!

Made of cardboard... cheap (once), fuel efficient, and if you crash, you die.

Trabis everywhere! (Iron cross noted...)

This man's writing is winding, like running home with shopping to avoid encountering a hoodie in the twilight; the physical effort mixing with the shame of cowardice and the knowledge that it was probably just someone else with their shopping nervously finding their way home.

When they finish on the Paprikahaz, they'll start with the abbey.

For whatever reason, a one-night holiday felt like a week away, in a good sense. The almost complete privatisation of the shore, and the slightly tacky feel of the resorts, makes it not an ideal destination, but the water is lovely, and apart from the Trabi rude boys, it was utterly relaxed. No organised Having Fun, at least where we went (the previous weekend on the south shore, last weekend on the north). Tihany is pretty, and has a sad cautionary tale: before the (pretty tasteful) building began in earnest, there was an echo that would repeat eleven syllables, and now there is not. Skoda.