Said train station
The 2nd beer of the trip...famous in Hungary
My Dad, Grandpa, and Uncle John stayed in this room in 1970.
A commissioned portait of Végh Gyula's father, István, in front of the wine cellar.
Downstairs common room in Gyula's house
The curtain on the room where Vicky and I stayed
Our sleeping area
The tractor we'd later ride to Gyula's cellar; This is the side of Gyula's house
On the road back from Ozora (see other gallery)...
A map of town.
Gyula's piglets
Aunt Irenka, Gyula's goat.
The garden and surrounding areas in Gyula's backyard
German Shepherd pups at Julia's
Fancy Pigeons
Julia's goats
Zoli rounding up the kittens from the haystack
Julia's flower garden... these are specifically for taking to the cemetery.
Grapes
Julia's garden... Laci's cellar is up in the distance.
These were like cheetos.. but without cheese. 2x as addictive.
Kalacs on the left, Turos (like ricotta cheese) and potato filled pastries in the middle, fried pork on the right; 2-liter of red wine (bor) in the background.
Dad, Grandpa, and John took this spirograph to Laci in 1970. Still in awesome condition, with some of the drawings they made 37 years ago.
Me and Vicky getting ready to head to the vineyard.
Gyula (left) and Laci (short for Laszlo, left)
Zoli, Laci's son, loading up the szódavíz (seltzer). Gyula and Kati's house is to our right, Julia (Laci's Mom) lives right across the street, with Laci, his wife Mária, and Zoli.
Chris, on a communist-era bicycle, in front of Julia's house getting ready to peddle to Gyula's vineyard...the trek to the edge of town and the vineyard begins.
This place used to employ a lot of Pincehely... they bottle natural gas, etc.
The town limits.
The dirt road up to the vineyard.
Corn silos.
A sour cherry (meggy) tree.
Views from Gyula's cellar
Apricot tree.
Down into the cellar
Pulling some wine
Back outside to taste...
Gyula explains how to predict the weather for the coming year with an onion.
The bogracs (cauldron) we'd take back to the house is top-left... we'll make fish soup in it shortly.
Red currants (ribizzi).
The train tracks in the background are the ones we rode into town.
The church in 'downtown' Pincehely.
Various pics inside the cellar house
Loaded up for the trip home
To fire the cauldron
Gyula's cellar house.
It was safer for us to get on once he got down the hill..
Inside Gyula's kocsma (a place for drinking).
Vicky wanted Irenka to eat out of her hand. She didn't. Then Vicky wanted to kill and eat Irenka. She didn't.
Paprika!
Some onions (hagyma), some fish stock...
A bit of raw paprika...
A few shakes out of the dried paprika jar...
A whole carp...you got yourself a stew goin'
The cemetery in Pincehely... Laci's dad...
Gyula's dad is right to the right...
At the kocsma across the street. My second type of Hungarian sör (beer... sör is pronounced ~shoor.. 'you want a beer.. sör') .
Breakfast paprika and tomatoes (paradicso)
kolbász...pork sausage... pork, salt, paprika. mmmmmmmm.
As the fight between the families for our attention continued... 2nd breakfast was across the street. These shot glasses were filled with coffee. We drank the ones that had pálinka (fruit brandy) in them already.
Up at Laci's vineyard
Time to harvest the meggy!
Mária
Julia's goats were much more cooperative with Vicky
More pigeons
Pheasant.
Ahh... Coca-Cola and Pálinka
Tyuk Paprikás (rooster paprikash)
Julia's terrifying guard-dog Rex. Be thankful I don't have any pictures of him when he was angry
Jessica, or Lady. A beautiful vizla (aka Hungarian pointer)...
More to follow when we return to Pincehely towards the end of the trip! Check out the other gallery!