Budapest daily photo

Have you ever been to Budapest? I have 🙂 If not – take a ride with Zsolt:



Since this blog is becoming my own version of giant leap between continents – I decided to jump from onner die water to East Europe and introduce you to Márta Sebestyén  (  in Hungary Sebestyén Márta –  we put the surname first) – a Hungarian singer with a passion for pure Hungarian folk music.

This is what Marta says here about Deep Forest – a group from France that asked her to sing with them:

“They were listening to records from all over the world, they found my songs of traditional music, and they discovered they liked my singing,” she said. “Eric and Michel each phoned each other and said they’d found something wonderful, and then they realized they each had been listening to the same songs. They made a demo tape, sent it to me and asked me what I thought.

“It was really shocking to me and strange to my ears. But I tried to forget about being a folk singer and listened to it the way a young teen-age guy would listen. There are so many ways to reach an audience, so I let them use it and we became friends.”

Here is the lyrics both in Hungarian and English – but best is to just listen and see if you can figure out a bit about the story behind the sounds – before you check the lyrics – it’d be interesting for me to read about your first impressions after listening to this for the first time.

Other songs:

I have been browsing around on Rouvanne’s blog – and a came across one more time the post with “the David Kramer video” – it is without a doubt a masterpiece – so I thought it had to be part of this blog.

I did mention David Kramer before and his documentary called Karoo Kitaar Blues. He is one of those artists that I could listen to day and night – a story teller – his lyrics, music and theater productions are like a long neverending story about the lives of South Africans – and he tells it in an unbelievably simple humble way.

Here is Onnerwater by iaminawe – interesting enough – the sounds of this song resembles Hungarian folk music very much – another proof that no matter where we are from – we are more alike than different, ne?

Other songs:

Today’s photo is a great one on the Budapest daily photo blog :


This is the photo that you find on most postcards – and it is really beautiful.

I spent almost 10 years in Budapest so this photo has a different meaning for me – and it has yet another meaning after spending another 10 years in South Africa. Hm. I wouldn’t mind walking up and down that bridge again. The problem is – South Africa is just so far away – so while I make plans – I stay with visiting Zsolt’s Budapest blog daily.

To see more photos – visit Zsolt’s Budapest photoset on Flickr.

Budapest photo set


I grew up in Hungary a small European land locked country – actually I spent my childhood in the Southern Hungarian town of Szeged. Then I moved to Budapest and spent my university years there – majoring in English and Arabic literature.Since in South Africa we are so far away from Eastern Europe – not that many Hungarians are spotted around here – South Africans are sometimes suspicious about us Hungarians – we speak a funny language that doesn’t sound like English or French or even Russian or Polish nor Tswana or Zulu , we were one of the “Eastern bloc” countries that spent many years under Soviet rule, many of us are also not devoted to a specific religion due to our previous dispensation.

Others think of Hungary as a magic Oriental place – a secret far away place full of exciting and mesmerising traditions and cultures – especially that the name of our capital is called Budapest – as if it had something to do with the Buddha. If something is unreachable and is so far away – one tends to build a dreamlike image of it.

However my experience is that even though we live quite far away from each other – we are similar in many ways with South Africans, I have realised the people here have been listening to the same music, have been reading the same books, many times cook similar dishes in other words the more countries I visit, the more cultures and traditions I experience I realise that we all have much more in common than we think.