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Yesterday I returned from the lovely little town (sorry, city) of Pecs in southern Hungary, having stayed the night there with Alessahdra and Mewine and even more lovely Italians and French all volunteering there. I only wish i had heard of EVS before I started my gap year.
The centre of the old town is really lovely and interesting if you igore the McDonalds in the corner.There is right in the middle a mosque. well, actually the original building was a church which was destroyed by invading Turks who?then used the?stones to build a mosque. When the Ottomans were ousted it was turned into a church so there is a blend of Muslim and Christian architecture and?design. If only the real world could do the same so easily.
A happy night spent singing?Hungarian, French and?Italian songs with the locals, ignoring the irritated appearances of the lady pub owner. Personally I think we were merely adding to the ambience?of the pub and the whole of Pecs benefited from our beautiful?music. i?met Clayton, a fellow?Englander from?Huntingdon. And then began the horrific and hilarious memories of Mr Harmsworth's history lessons on Oliver Cromwell. It was all I could do not to be too vocal in my hysterics, though I daresay I had a silly grin on my face from time to? time.
The next day was spent looking round the old walls and bastion with alessahdra and then drinking tea and sipping cold apple soup with Mewine as we contemplated the delights of travelling and learning about the world and its people. We went to the Pecs synagogue where a lovely old man gave us a reduced entry and a very good information sheet. Obviously?I had to put in?a couple of words so I hope i did not bore my audience too much. We spent a fair while looking round because I love synagogues?-?you don't really get much of a chance to look round them as you can churches.?It was such a peaceful place I could have stayed there the rest of the day and I think the old man liked my very few words of hebrew.
So I said farewell to Mewine as she boarded the bus to go and work with the gypsy children in the mountains and then Alessandra said chao to me at the railway station. I hope that I have the pleasure of meeting them again some day.
the weather broke on the journey and I was slighty damp when I got back to Godollo. Nothing that cannot be dried off before Romania.
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