Back there, lying on the grass of one of the only public piece of coast around the lake.
Reading 'on the road', in the sun. A man is sticking his belly out beautifully, it makes me feel warm and 'slumpy', a good hot summer feeling. Still have to run for a mile to have water up to the neck, but then Hungarians love waterpolo, and no wonder, they have the perfect premises for that.
Balaton is one of the few places in Hungary where a nice fresh and playful wind flies around. Usually it is rather dry, but here the wind is free...
I am drowned out of thoughts by the simple play of colors along the grassy beach.
Doze off for a few hours, and it's time to go for some wine-tasting...
The lake seen from high up and afar is something friends show me with great pride there, whether it is on the motorway on the way to Budapest, as a place of old and peace, or whether it is from up the hill on the side of Balatonfüred, where the place stands like a steady hand baring the earth upwards, and welcoming others in its palm.
Balaton, from afar, has deeper qualities that one doesn't always catch in the hassle of tourist, spazierend, a la marche, caminando, lurking about for more wine and shots of traditional musicians and dancers. Although written involuntarily, the image of tourists "shooting" around Hungary is quite a good one, as it takes time to take its specificity, but then people are eager to show us around as fast as it takes to down a shot of good Házi Pálinká.
So down we go again. To Balaton, its welcoming palm, and its old cars!
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