1 Cracked iPhone face.
72 Travel Hours, including more time in Dubai Airport than any traveler deserves.
“Pannonia” is the Roman name for the province along the Danube that is Burgenland and the corresponding lands in Hungary, and to where Tony and I pointed the wagon a couple of weeks ago. Our inspiration for the outing came from a newsletter I received from the official Austrian tourism site, though we did tweak it to suit our interests and time.
Our Sunday plans went awry early in the day, but not early enough for us to cobble together a lengthy outing. Luckily the little village of Rust (pronounced, “Roost”) in neighboring Burgenland was hosting its “Gans” weekend festival, celebrating all things, “Goose.” Off we went for lunch on another sunny weekend day.
With autumn in the air over the weekend, naturally a road trip would follow. Not that we ever need a reason. The inspiration for this particular outing was a chestnut festival in Hungary; thinking it would be a small event, I planned for us to see a few other sights in the area, as well.
An Eastern Bloc-to-Eastern Bloc border crossing, from Hungary to Slovakia– a first for my collection of border crossing photos! This crossing was the most depressing we’ve encountered. Ransacked, graffiti-ed, and not at all welcoming.
After our Slavonice road trip in May we were inspired to seek out more Cold War artifacts along the borders with the former Eastern Bloc countries, and in doing our research we learned that the Iron Curtain fell first in the little border town of Sopron, Hungary in August 1989, three months before the Berlin Wall fell.
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