The country adviced by our bloggers
Hungarians are different, they call themselves Magyar, their country Magyarorzág, they speak a language that is faintly related to Finnish and some other obscure linguistic pockets in Siberia and is heaped together as Finno-Ugrian. They love goulash and Tokaj, they are proud and slightly, dare I say it, nationalistic and chauvinistic.
Hungary is flat, which might be the reason it was so attractive to the successive waves of horse riding warriors tribes that settled it, from the Huns down to the Magyars. Now flat sounds boring, but it isn’t. Apart from its natural wonders, which include Lake Balaton, the largest natural grassland in Europe, and the Danube river winding its slow way down to Serbia, it also has some of the best architecture sites in the world, from Budapest’s Castle Hill, Chain Bridge, and parliament building, to the palaces in Szeged, to Baroque-a-delic Székesfehérvár (now try to pronounce that name!). And then there are the bathhouses, thermal springs, good wine and food, culture, and for the young and happening crowd, there is the Sziget Festival.
It is no wonder tourist swarm all over the place. So for some fine wining and dining, a bit of horse-riding, a beautiful building or two, a rock-festival and as pièce-de-résistance, a relaxing thermal bath to soak those weary bones, go to Hungary!
Blogger Name = Tasha Vermond.