Monday, August 18, 2008

szgit festival, budapest

last night I saw Carcass in Budapest. kocani orchestra also was incredibly great.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

डूबरोव्निक ८.२.०८

Onwards DUBROVNIK! Onwards my readers; my brothers, and my sisters…

Greeting again good friends! It’s me of course in my blodging routine of updating, reiterating, informing, and hopefully evolving… from the land of Croatia!

Mostar, Bosnia and Herzegovina is catching us on a bus in three hours. Dubrovnik was good. Yet, better than the typical kind of ‘good.’ yes, better; great! It’s: Warm, humid, sun-beating-down-all-day-hot, little clothes on people which was sometimes nice on the eyes and other times not so nice. One of my favorite little things in Croatia was how good our US dollar was to their Kuna, we ate many goremet meals for around what would be $6! Compared that to $15US in Istanbul for eh sort of gormet food. Great for US! And bad puns, hurray! Everything is good, continually getting even better, all it’s such a great experience!

I’m only two weeks into this east European excursion and I’m completely convinced that money can’t be spent a better way; it’s such an inconceivably priceless experience!

More on Dubrovnik: lot’s of Italian looking men with big muscles and awesome tribal tats -looking good, beautiful beautiful looking females everywhere with these same hunky steroid infested guido fuut ball playing superstars. Yes, great! I’ve always felt more ‘comfortable’ as a bench warmer anyhow! Very OC (television series) type of feel with how rich the area is and the whole dating-barhopping-getting-lucky-mentality. There’s horns being honked everywhere; these people are mad for their honkers; citizens totally honk happy. When any opportunity arises you can count on hearing an extremely obnoxious beep beep. Great!

There’s a lot of pollution everywhere: garbage, oil, dirty water, messy streets -it’s really heart wrenching that people privileged of enjoying such a beautiful land would (and do) return their gratitude with such neglect and carelessness. One day we ventured off to an island and when we swam in the ocean we could literally see the oily thickness of the water and felt a thin filmy layer of pollution when we got out, this made me really appreciate how well kept our beaches on the central coast are. No buano.

Okay, yes, times out, you-know-who has to get going. Thanks for indulging, my next post will (hopefully) report on Mostar and Sarajevo of Bosnia and Herzegovina! See you then.


Friday, August 1, 2008

ब्लोद्गे नुमेरो थ्री ७.३१.०८

Hello all who read, it’s your great friend sean! I’m posting from Dubrovnik, Croatia!

It’s been totally stellar! We’ve arrived by aircraft to a new and mystical land, this one much warmer and so divergent (in so many ways!) in contrast from the last. There is so many forms of beautiful everywhere I perceive! Less English and more slavv is what I’m hearing and trying to communicate in/with: not so successful. I think it’s safe to say I’m still in good shape. I think I reached a naÔve realm with my first experience of language barriers in Istanbul. There the majority of the people could still understand the language I was trying to speak. Here it is much more challenging to communicate with the people. In addition, the people were much friendlier about not understanding English and were still trying to make sense out of it.

DUBROVNIK! The people here are very interesting to me, especially in contract to all of the people I met in Istanbul. I think that (to natives) I stand out much less here than in Istanbul: skin-color-wise, dress-wise, and the rest. There seems to be a lot of money flowing through the village, very ritz-y, and did I mention how beautiful everything is!? -oddly enough the towns people seem cold, bitter, and irritated by other people traveling through; whom, in their innocence, are only hoping to catch a glimpse at the allure and history of the land, right? It seems the annoyance is more so when one is not speaking their language, but hey, I’m totally open to the idea that I could be just dissecting all of this on a completely bias and paranoid basis, I could be off, in the scheme of things, and I probably am, that is, in the scheme of things. My primary hypothesis that these people act this way is partially a product the Bosnian-Croatian-conflicts (wars) they endured a mere decade ago. I mean right? this is former Yugoslavia. The bitterness is undeniably evident, though I speak in a dramatic tongue to get the whole thing across, by no means has it limited us to enjoying ourselves. I’m also really excited about how Bosia Herzegovina will be in contrast. Eh?

The room sam and I are sleeping in. We’re staying in a small cottage-style-structured condo room where at any given moment we can hear the blaring of the Croatian language amplified from our neighbors (who own the place), their television, constantly in the PM, lound, fast paced, and completely incomprehensible to us americanos. It’s little things like these that I’ve picked up on that instill a certain level of comfort in the similarities of our cultural and their, I suppose, moreover human culture that we all share as a race.

After only nine days (out of thirty five!) of traveling another side of the world, I see it fitting to express a small summary of my philo. insight by quoting a white-rapper on what I’ve gained thus far: “the world is just a small town, we all know how people like to get down.”

ta ta for now