Hello, lovelies!
I just happened to search “kaZantip” on Twitter today, and saw an article calling it a “fraud.” Naturally, I clicked. The writer said that the event – which wasn’t scheduled to open until tomorrow – is a total mess. Gross, muddy water…bleak-looking location (a few pics were posted)…no food or drinks being sold, etc. It could have all been BS, but I sent the link to Jon just to be on the safe side.
A couple of hours later, over glasses of Hungaria Extra Dry, he broke the news: “kaZantip is closed.”
I probably made a Scooby Doo noise (you know the one I’m talking about), as it’s really the only appropriate response to such a statement. My immediate thought wasn’t for the festival fun I would be missing out on, but for Jon…who was scheduled to make his spinning debut while we were there. L
Apparently, the event failed to acquire a required permit for selling food and drinks, and therefore had to shut down. They say they’re trying to fix it, but supposedly the organizer has fled to Switzerland, so I’m not exactly holding my breath for kaZantip’s glorious return.
It’s been on the quiet side here, so I haven’t had much reason to write. I’ve stayed in for the past couple of nights, working, which doesn’t make for particularly compelling journaling. The most exciting thing that’s happened was attempting to lighten my hair, which…sort of worked? I look at bit more like a redhead now, which is nice. Perhaps I can get more of the dark out another time, and continue the transition into red. For now, I’m busy trying to nourish it back to health with coconut oil.
Jon and I also managed to uphold a very important Budapest tradition: all-you-can-eat sushi at Wasabi. I believe we managed 60 plates between us this time…not bad. JNo luck, like last time, with the sesame balls I love, but other than that oversight, we scored particularly well with the desserts this time around. My favorite was a squishy, gelatinous, greyish blob (mmm…doesn’t that sound appetizing?) dusted with sugar and black sesame seeds, and filled with a soft black sesame paste. It looks a bit like a sea creature you’d expect to find stuck to the hull of a boat or nestled between anemones in a tide pool, but it’s really delicious! (And very sticky…you have to wrestle it off the plate.)
In addition to observing our personal Budapest traditions, we’ve even managed to do one touristy thing on this trip: a visit to the Szechenyi Baths, which we hadn’t yet seen while in town.
But that story will have to wait, because the lighting here is terrible and I can’t see what I’m writing…
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Better lighting has been found! I am now sitting in a bar with my laptop open and headphones in my ears, while sipping coffee and writing in my journal. Life of the party, I am.
I would say I’m listening to Deadmau5, which would normally secure me at least a few party points, but it’s “The Veldt,” which is probably the most chilled-out song he’s ever released, so…negative points. Obsessed with it, though. Can’t listen to it without feeling compelled to sway like some kind of blissed out hippie.
Rather unexpectedly, it turns out that a lot has happened in the few intervening hours between my first attempt to write this entry and now.
A) Someone broke a window at Kiado (accidentally, I should mention) while we were there for our obligatory last visit before leaving the country. It made the most impressive crashing sound I have ever heard.
B) And, more importantly, kaZantip is cancelled. Yes, you read that right: kaZantip, the reason I am boarding a plane to Lisbon in a few hours, is cancelled. Holy ****.
You know that quote about love? Something like, “The course of true love never did run smooth?” Yeah, that quote should have been about traveling instead…being a nomad is never what you expect it to be, and never smooth. Here’s the story…I just happened to search “kaZantip” on Twitter today, and saw an article calling it a “fraud.” Naturally, I clicked. The writer said that the event – which wasn’t scheduled to open until tomorrow – is a total mess. Gross, muddy water…bleak-looking location (a few pics were posted)…no food or drinks being sold, etc. It could have all been BS, but I sent the link to Jon just to be on the safe side.
A couple of hours later, over glasses of Hungaria Extra Dry, he broke the news: “kaZantip is closed.”
I probably made a Scooby Doo noise (you know the one I’m talking about), as it’s really the only appropriate response to such a statement. My immediate thought wasn’t for the festival fun I would be missing out on, but for Jon…who was scheduled to make his spinning debut while we were there. L
Apparently, the event failed to acquire a required permit for selling food and drinks, and therefore had to shut down. They say they’re trying to fix it, but supposedly the organizer has fled to Switzerland, so I’m not exactly holding my breath for kaZantip’s glorious return.
How’s that for an unexpected turn of events?
They’re reimbursing everyone for ticket costs, but we were going for free since Jon was supposed to DJ, so it doesn’t affect us. What does affect us is that we now have an extra week of hotels to pay for. Boo. We’ll still be going to Portugal, since we’ve never been and we’ve both been looking forward to seeing a new country, but this development has certainly cast a shadow over our last night in Hungary…
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