What an absolutely packed week!
Leaving Vienna on Tuesday, I was going to Balaton in Hungary with our work group for something that’s called Closed Meeting. It has two purposes: a) talk about organizational stuff for the next year, and b) get drunk with the guests we invite (people call it networking).
The real adventure started when I departed on Thursday morning. I needed to get from Balatonszemes, Hungary to Trencin, Slovakia. This meant three trains and a subway ride in Budapest.
I am not very well-traveled. I was used to going on vacations with my parents around Czech Republic. I was 23 the first time I went outside of Czech Republic (and Slovakia, I don’t count that as being abroad). Going with a train in Hungary and getting around in Budapest was really something new to me (don’t laugh!).
I was surprised by how much I actually got used to being in Vienna, how many of the signs and words in German I know already. Hungarian—totally different, not catching anything.
This was my route:
I’ve got to say that mostly everything went well. I did miss one train in Budapest because of the queue at international tickets office (and because I was waiting at a wrong place at first) but that “only” meant waiting two hours for another one.
I left around 10:30 in the morning from Balaton and arrived around 20:30 at the festival in Trencin.
We had a tent rented for the festival and I wasn’t very well prepared for it. I didn’t think it would be so cold in the night so I didn’t bring a sleeping bag, just some warm clothes and a blanket. I am not a smart man.
We experienced two thunderstorms while hiding in the tent. It was actually pretty nice. I recorded the sounds, I don’t think I will have the opportunity to listen to a storm that closely any time soon.
The absolute high point was the headliner on Saturday night—alt-j. If I had to name my favorite band, alt-j would probably be it. The performance was ace. The only thing is that I kinda expected a little bit more emotional experience. In the end, it’s just three people playing music you know in front of you. I felt that I had more “spiritual” connection to their music while listening to it alone at home some evening. But that’s absolutely not something that’s degrading the experience in any way. For me it was a great show and an item crossed out off my bucket list.
I have some bands that I discovered at Pohoda and I’m starting to build up a spotify playlist which I plan to share soon.
I am really glad that we went. It’s something you can’t really appreciate while you’re in it, worrying about having to go pee, then getting water, then going pee again, hiding from sun, hiding from rain, and trying to survive in the middle of all the (mostly drunk) people. But once it’s over you kinda miss it. I guess you really need to see the discomfort as your friend. That’s where the real experiences happen.