The first land we sighted was called the Dodman,

Next Rame Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight;

We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover,

And then we bore up for the South Foreland light.

Hungary celebrates it’s par excellence springtime national holiday today, remembering the revolution of 1848 and it’s people’s heroic fight for freedom (as meant at the time) during the consecutive 1,5 year. How sad all you observe is a daunting lack of knowledge or monumental misunderstanding about almost everything related to this sublime yet heart-wrenching episode of Europe’s history, even amongst most of the Hungarians.

It would certainly be impossible to clean up minds from those petrified falsifications and misbelieves of the recent past so let me remember my childhood’s March 15ths instead, when I have proudly pinned up my worn-colour cockade to join my mother for the first spring-smelling walk of the year. Is this the exact place? – I asked her every single year when we stopped at the National Museum’s stairs and I haven’t care about her answer, which went closer to reality year by year. For me there was no such rain on March 15th, 1848 which would have held back Mr. Petőfi from his enthusiastic speech standing on the stairs, at that exact place.

"Dear sweet Mother of God. We are in Eastern Europe." I mean... no, Sir, it's Central Europe, and it's not Bratislava, Slovakia (in fact, Pozsony, Hungary) but Budapest, Hungary on vintage Life Magazine photos. What a gorgeous city I live in! I have no time neither a happy pocket full of money to go to remote places right now so I applied for a journey in time instead.

The old Elisabeth Bridge, built between 1898 and 1903 was the longest suspension bridge of it's time with a single span of 290 meters (954 feet). It was blown by the retreating German troops at the end of WWII and regretfully it could not be rebuilt in its original form unlike the rest of the bridges of Budapest. It looks to have been a more likeable structure than the new one, though I think the new cable bridge's refined lines create a classy, aerial impression too, and this  impression has become more  noticeable since November 2009 when Lady Elisabeth received a high-end  lighting-gown (if you click the Life gallery below the photo which follows this one is depicting the construction of the new bridge in 1961-1963).

Wrap up well, grab your boots, this remote place is closer than you have ever thought. Iceland's way to the European Union seems to be paved so it's time to get and see what's happening there before adventure trip addicted herds notice the news... and right before stupid EU rules and the spirit of Catherine Ashton leaves any kind of trace there.