Sunday in Szeged is like any day in a ghost town. Nothing open no food shops, a few restaurants but they don't look too inviting.
One could make a film about a nuclear holocaust here, basically no one on the streets.
I took as many piccies as I could before wanting to get back to the hotel to pack and get ready for the long drive to Sofia on the morrow. A 10 hour drive through Serbia again, I did this bit in December.
So tonight I snack on crisps, cheese a hard cooked egg, and orange juice and tea. I don't have any biscuits left, blimey!
After the First World War Hungary lost its southern territories to Romania and Serbia, as a result Szeged became a city close to the border, and its importance lessened, but as it took over roles that formerly belonged to the now lost cities, it slowly recovered. The University of Kolozsvár (now Cluj-Napoca, Romania) moved to Szeged in 1921 (see University of Szeged). In 1923 Szeged took over the role of episcopal seat from Temesvár (now Timişoara, Romania). It was briefly occupied by Romanian armyduring Hungarian-Romanian War in 1919. During the 1920s the Jewish population of Szeged grew and reached its zenith.
Szeged suffered heavily during the World War II. 6,000 inhabitants of the city were killed, the Jewish citizens were confined to ghettos, then taken to death camps, and the Soviet Army occupied the city in late-1944. During the Communist-era, Szeged became a centre of light industry and food industry. In 1965 oil was found near the city; the area now satisfies 67% of the country's oil demand.
Here be da photos!
'sup, do I look tired?
As Charlie Chan would say: "Man who feel tired and bored, must be in Szeged Hungary!"
I love these old twitty films, they put me to sleep every night, watching them on YouTube.
I SKYPED my boss, Mr. Einstein last night.
WOW do I miss that little sausage thief.
To think, him trying to convince me that the only way to prove that sausages are a quantum mechanical phenomena, like the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle, is to eat them.
The Dom (home in Hungarian) Hotel, where I is.
The John Bull English Pub in Szeged.
Yes they do have a street named Deak here, as they do in Budapest; named after a distant relative, a great great great great uncle Ferenc Deak, a very famous Hungarian statesman, like the George Washington of Hungary.
The empty streets of Szeged on Sunday.
Some bloke.
I love deteriorated posters on buildings, great art me thinks.
A bridge too far.
Two fishermen on the banks of the Tisza River.
They must has picked the Ironman film on this antenna.
The Hungarian Socialist Party, you know it's a university town.
A candle in the window.
I stopped for a lemon and chocolate cake called Citrom Szetel and a cappuccino this morning.O
ne of the few places open. I sat outdoors.
Me thinks I'm the only guest in the village.
A Lady Di clothing shop in the shopping mall (if you can call it that). They have to be kidding.
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