Glasses were filled with great wines hauled on the platforms of various vehicles, grandmas brought their delicious home-made pastries to the front gates, and visitors from far away were greeted by the locals with much love at the harvest parade of the Káli Basin. The name of Mindszentkálla and Szentbékkálla could be straight out of a fairy tale, and as if that wasn’t enough, the prince arrived on his white horse right before the procession started.

Rain showed no mercy to the Balaton either

But the weather cleared just enough by Saturday

So the parade between Mindszentkálla and Szentbékkálla was saved

The fact that we are a horse-riding nation…

…doesn’t mean we can’t use other methods of transport as well

We had never thought of weaving a cockade through the spokes of a bike until we saw it in person

We agree

We think they do too

At a party like this…

…you have to dance