Our first day in Budapest was spent mostly navigating the health system to get a bleeding ulcer diagnosed for my brother. An ulcer which arguably should have been looked into before we left Canada, but oh well. He had had symptoms for a week which he had been hoping would miracurously disappear. Needless to say, they didn’t and got really fired up by the travelling. I had very little sleep on the metal-mesh benches which were available once the er waiting room cleared a bit around 3am.
We were in the er for over 12 hours and actually got what we needed, a diagnosis and a prescription, after the gastroenterologist started their shift and was available for a consult.
The main problen, as I see it after commiserating with locals who spoke English, was the incredibly unhelpful ward clerks who felt no obligation to communicate with anyone except their colleagues. The local Hungarians felt as isolated and frustrated as we did, so it was not a language barrier deal. But then again, I have never been a ward clerk, so maybe there is another excuse.This is the subway stop near our hotel. It is deep underground, not London tube deep, but deepish. We took a bus, then a subway in from the airport and saw much which seemed to be soviet era housing. The end of the line subway stop has some renovation issues, and many stops on the line are having work done.
Our hotel has virtually nothing to recommend it except it exists and we found it.
Okay, it is in a pretty, old building too. Maybe I will do some internet previews going forward. Gotta catch up with the world of today after all.
I am going to be out of the country for 6 weeks. I am not sure how often I will be posting knitting. I expect to be posting mostly travel posts for a while. Why put up with all the discomfort and frustration? The knowledge that my IBS may get fired up enough to scare me into thinking it will never calm down again? The stress of not being able to find a room when you have stumbled into a town where it is Holy Week and they have an important cathedral, or there is a conference in town taking up all the hotel space (luckily they don’t usually compete for the lowest end of the hotel market, but you never know). The fact that everything I have with me for weeks on end has to fit into a suitcase that is (23 cm x 40 cm x 55 cm or 9 in x 15.5 in x 21.5 in) … that is .05 cubic meters or 1.75 cubic feet, including an apnea machine that I really need to sleep. Not to mention the fact that the apnea machine needs electricity, which can be unreliable or even non-existent.
I do it because every day I see things I wouldn’t get to see at home. Different foods and cultures and architecture. Different people and traffic patterns. Different crops in the fields, sometimes difficult to figure out. World Heritage sites. Mountains, rivers, oceans. Sunrises and sunsets that don’t have my neighbours’ houses blocking them.
I also do it because I am hoping to once again see something that strikes me personally as so beautiful that I get an aching and profound sense of future loss for the present moment. I know I can’t remain where I am, but I will never be there again. I can only really remember this happening three times in my life. Twenty five years ago on a mountainside in Nepal while hiking the Annapurna circuit. In the Uffizi museum in Florence, Italy while standing in front of Botticelli’s Birth of Venus, also 25 years ago now. And finally on top of one of the pyramids in Tikal, 5 years ago, looking out at the rainforest canopy with other pyramids poking out and a rainstorm coming (someone from the star wars franchise obviously shared this one with me and put it in the movies). I don’t know when and if it will ever happen again, but I continue to hope for it, and know my only hope is to travel.I have decided to show you all that I take for a 6 week trip. I started a wish list in a laundry basket on the dining room table. I rejected the dress, because my brother Charles in unlikely to want to go anywhere that would be appropriate.
I don’t stint on socks, underwear and over the counter medications.
No Barbara today…just ribbing and stockinette, with a bit of intarsia.
Mum stayed over last night and was using words like “interesting” and “different”. This morning she said it looked much better in the light.
not entirely happy with the pot of gold…or the seam beside it but hey..it’s done
Originally I was going to knit the rainbow in, but I lost heart and just crocheted it separately and sewed it on.
I used 10 points of decrease and decreased with knit 8 knit 2 together around, one plain round, then k7, k2tog, one plain round, etc. until I did just k2 together around. I kept going with the k2tog another time and finished off the 5 stitches by running the tail through.
It is one thing to see the little knitted black and white photo of a stitch in The Book, and it is another thing entirely to expect myself to instantly imagine a hat that works for the stitch. It does happen sometimes, like the tam using the triangular stitch last week. I just had to keep faith in the vision and carry it through. I must say I was pretty chuffed with the final project, although several people have laughed when I modelled it for them. A few others, however, share my taste.
For this particular hat, knew I was doing the Dots and Dashes from page 81 all along, but the hat changed several times before it finished. I cast on 100 stitches and did the garter stitch rainbow, I increased to 110 stitches because of the anticipated draw-in of the colour work and thought I would do the dots and dashes in black for a while, then do a rainbow somewhere in the same stitch and go back to black, like the last hat where I subbed the rainbow in for one repeat, and resulted in a hat I was OK with. As soon as I started the pattern, I realized that plan was not going to fly. I had thought that the garter stitch dots and dashes rainbow would echo that in the border and things would be OK, but I realized it just wasn’t going to work somehow. I then thought I would just go with black dots and dashes to the top and put a topper to echo the base. I kept going, but after a couple of inches, my vision was fading again. Too busy, with not enough strength in the pattern to carry a whole hat. It was definitely proving to be a “smaller doses” pattern stitch.
I decided to go to black for the bulk of the hat, which would tone it down and hopefully show off the dots and dashes a bit. I looked at the next stitch in each of the chapters that dealt with single colours. Giant Diamond Pattern, pg 32 was the winner. I had to decrease to 105 stitches to get to 7 repeats of the pattern. It is just a simple knit/purl pattern so there is no draw in at all and has a 15 stitch repeat, 90 would be too few for an adult hat, 105 is on the large side, but so be it. I used 7 points of decrease and stacked the sl 1, k2tog, psso’s on top of each other above the big purled diamonds of the last row of the pattern. I decreased every other row to 21 stitches. i then did knit 1, k2tog knit 2, knit 2 together around and ended up with 15 stitches and did a garter stitch rainbow again, then went back to the base and filled in with black. It has a bit of a Mulan vibe, but I am binge watching Once Upon a Time at the moment. They have a lot of knitting I wish I had done.