Back Country Crossroads in Hungary

Hungary, through many eyes, is a country of extremes. It lies on the fringes of Europe, unlike most European countries it is landlocked, and commonly experiences scorching heat in the summer and tree-cracking cold in winter. The Hungarian language is also one of a kind with no near relations; this allows a defensive impenetrability, but engenders a cultural homogeneity almost like that of Israel.

Storks and their young stand on a thick mattress of twigs built on any high point in Eastern Hungary
Storks nest on any high point in the Hungarian Plain

I like to think I really found something of the heart of this 1,000 year old country out in the countryside, especially in the hills and forests of the least visited regions. I spent two summers exploring the Northeast, following trails that threaded through beech woodlands in the Bukk mountains, tiny villages in the Zemplen Hills, skirting ruined castles, and visiting a few in good repair. The area is now, of course a frontier with Slovakia and Ukraine, although historically Hungary laid claim to large chunks of both, (along with Transylvania in present day Romania to the south). As a consequence the maps of the area were littered with distortions, absences and tracks that petered out – this is common in any border country, but can make trail planning a little haphazard.

A derelict house overlooks a fig tree where we take a picnic near the border
Near an abandoned border croft a fig tree offers an ideal location for a picnic. Check first for snakes hunting rodents !

What I encountered was like stepping back over fifty years, to a bucolic idyll of hand pumps in the village centre, gardens full of home grown produce and orchards with successions of fruit. Cattle often roamed through the woods and along the streets returning for milking; bullocks were still to be seen hauling a plough or a cart and rosy-cheeked farmers’ wives offered fruit or wine across the garden wall to refresh visitors. (No kidding !) I came across beehives and houses that seemed medieval, but were really exemplars of thrift balanced against shortages, making the most of every resource available in a rural economy only partially touched by monetary currency.

 

An elderly crofter's flowery verandah and wattle barn, near Aggtelek
An elderly crofter’s verandah and barn, near Aggtelek
Beehives made from woven grass into an easily portable hemispheree
Basket beehives Zemplen hills

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hungary claims to have been one of the first countries to establish nature reserves, not just for the wealthy to hunt in. It was recognised from very early on that the country lay at the crossing of east-west and north-south migration routes for many bird species, and remains a magnet for twitchers. The northern hills were certainly recognised as something special, many trails were established ensuring the restorative value of nature was instilled in young pioneers. Even during the years of the Soviet Union small cabins were placed in the countryside to encourage wanderers, and to this day the Hungarians retain an almost mystical attachment to their countryside. Venture there and you’ll find people collecting acorns and beech mast for pigs, figs from abandoned allotment trees, mushrooms in season for drying, and also seeking the wild boar which thrive in thickets, emerging to devastate unguarded gardens.

 

A Hungarian flag flies atop a fortress battlements. In the foreground a defiant defender is memorialised in a warlike statue
Eger, in the north was the limit of the Ottoman incursion into Hungary. Istvan Dobo a hero of the battles, is commemorated here

 

I found it astonishing that everyone I encountered had a seemingly comprehensive knowledge of their history, (compared with my compatriots). Any Hungarian I met could have named 10 or more Hungarian poets, novelists or playwrights, scientists, knew the words to a dozen songs about some deed of valour, or a romantic encounter. Their grasp of a clearly Hungarian place in history was undeniable, as was the robust pride with which they demonstrated it.

 

 

 

 

 

An elderly lady in print dress smiles a greeting in front of her flower decked verandah
An elderly crofter greets us at her house in the woods in the Zemplen hills

Hungarians have their issues in the modern world, and history shows this is not new. They will reel off the failed Mongol and Ottoman invasions, the reckless expansion of the Hapsburg Empire, then crushing defeat of rebellions against them and later the USSR, for which the west has never been forgiven, repeated again when a poverty stricken country needed assistance after the fall of the Soviets. Help was always promised, encouraged even, but never forthcoming; one can empathise. They were always among the most liberal of the Soviet satellites, but in the free world they have emerged as being fearfully xenophobic. Where next ? One is forced to ask.

 

Koszonom szepen !

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