Summer seems to have finally arrived in Budapest, just in time to make me not want to leave when I have to leave. Much as I'll get all the summer a body can take in Vietnam, I'll miss aimlessly ambling the Pest streets, picnics on Margaret Island, limonade and pancakes in the shade.

The last month or so has showed little sign of the sun to come ( Read more... )

We had a real downpour yesterday, of the no-nonsense kind that you don’t often get in Wales. Proper tropical it was, none of this interminable floating drizzle that makes up Cardiff’s year-round rainy season ( Read more... )