VW T5: Testing 7H0 927 803 / 7H0 927 804

The days of passive sensors in cars are over. Have been over for a long time, because this is the ABS wheel speed sensor used in 2004+ T5 VW transporters, and it has a bunch of electronics inside (I’m guessing similar to this device).

It’s a two-pin device, and if you try to measure the resistance, you will get ~4.5 megohm. A component tester will tell you it’s two back-to-back diodes, one with Vf = 0.7V the other around 3V.

So, connect 12V to pin 1 (the flat side of the connector) via a 1 kohm resistor, and 0V to pin 2. Multimeter to pins 1 and 2. You will see the output voltage (i.e. the current through the resistor) change when you wave a magnet around the business end of the sensor.

In my case, the sensor was not the problem.

This was the problem.

Replaced the connector end with a good one from the spare, and all is good.

(My word, people can gippo).

One Pot Pasta

The Internet abounds with quick-and-easy recipes. An example being One Pot Tomato Basil Pasta Recipes. In general they are either not that quick-and-easy, or not very good.

But with a bit less quick-and-easy, they can be relatively easy, still quick, and quite tasty.

I started with this keyingredient recipe. As a guideline. So.

One onion, mandolined. Stuck half of it in a pot with some of the fat drippings I keep in the fridge from previous projects, added one small diced smoked chicken breast, fried that up a little.

Added half a tin of leftover chopped tomatoes and a diced yellow pepper from the freezer from back when they were selling then cheap. Left it going while I halved and salted a punnet of cherry tomatoes. Added dried chillies and oregano as recommended, one vegetable stock cube, a tablespoon of chicken stock powder, a litre of water, the tomatoes and the other half of the onions, and a third of a pack of screw noodles.

The latter was a mistake — these screw noodles went a lot quicker than I expected so they were a bit mushy in the end, which came more quickly than I expected.

Fished everything out with a slotty spoon, reduced the sauce, added everything back together and added a bunch of basil leaves.

It was damn tasty I tellya.

 

Murphy

So the theory was that Tanya would work-from-home from Globoka for two weeks, with one of those days being a (South African) public holiday which we could then use to go out, enjoy the place a bit.

Guess which day is the public holiday. Just guess.

And yes, it _is_ pissing down.

And then there was one.

We had a cat when we bought the house. Gimmy, a rescue, he was never quite right in the head.

And then we got two more.

Phoebe and Misty. Misty was taken away from his mother too early, drove Phoebe crazy sucking and licking.

Couple of years later, after Gimmy died, we got two more — Toothless and Smudge.

Toothless (the black one) died young, but not before giving Phoebe such a hard time that she basically moved out and only came in to eat. When Toothless was gone, Phoebe came back and lived with Jessica for a while. But the outdoor life had been hard on her. She passed away in 2021.

Which brings us to today — Misty’s been eating less and vomiting more and in the last couple of weeks he’s lost what little weight he had left, so :-/

RIP Misty 2010-2025.

Which leaves Smudge, who seems to be in the prime of his life.

Food

We eat well in Slovenia. Both in and out. The “out”, however, is expensive.

Lunch at Kodila. Four of us, my half of the bill came to a bit over 50 Euros. OK, there was bubbly involved…

… as well as some Mangalica ham (which is quite unlike Ortolan I believe).

The tomatoes are divine. As long as you’re OK with pork and chicken, and znižano and popust (“reduced” and “discount” –many places sell stuff nearing the sell-by date at 30% to 50% off and that’s what we live on).

And this time of year, it’s asparagus season so we tend to pig out on those too.

Chicken stew. Did I mention that the chicken is so much better than what we get in South Africa? I think they leave them just a little bit longer, in South Africa chicken farming is a very exact science with the chickens being slaughtered at the exact intersection between cost-of-feed and return-on-investment.

These are the vegan and non-vegan platters at Pichler-Schober in Austria, where things are even more expensive.

And if you are from South Africa, and you really really need a decent steak to braai on a Sunday afternoon, Kodila can help you out.

But as long as you stick to the znižano, life is good.

 

 

Cherries!

Got to Globoka. We had cherries.

Perfect timing. On the Sunday we got there, the cherries were almost ripe. On the Wednesday, they were perfect. Two weeks later, they were going off, so I cooked jam. Found this recipe on the internet and rolled with it.

Not that I would be able to replicate it, because I went to town, the stuff boiled over, Pieter cleaned it up… but it was good. Stuck it in little jars, brought three of them home as gifts, received compliments for months after the fact.

Anyway, here’s some more cherry pics.

Our view towards Ljutomer (behind the hill) and Maribor (towards the right, mostly over the horizon).

Tanya and Basil (Gavin needed fresh basil for a recipe. Couldn’t find any. Bought a little plant from the nursery. Basil gave his all on this holiday).

 

Keszthely

One gets used to the Situation being Fluid.

The original plan was that Pieter would meet us in Budapest, we would then take the train to Keszthely and get someone from Slovenia to fetch us there.

But then a friend of Pieter’s decided to join him, so he (1) rented a car and (2) decided to stay in Budapest a few days and (3) had already paid for the place in Keszthely so (a) he could collect some of our luggage and make the train trip easier and (b) we had the whole place in Keszthely to ourselves and (c) we had to find stuff to do in Keszthely because it wouldn’t have been my first choice.

Keszthely is… very nice. It’s on Ballaton. There are swans.

Yea, the sun was wrong. We wanted to go back later but that never happened. Went for kind-of-breakfast (options were limited, it was off-season).

This was 09:30 in the morning.

Not a whole lot to do in Keszthely then.

Breakfast was tasty and well-presented. Did I have beer? No, no, I didn’t have beer. Dunno what was wrong with me.

Wandered around Helikon Park, Tanya discovered Kinder Mario, looked for the Fire Station

Next day Pieter and Gavin came around and we tested the carrying capability of the little car.

 

Budapest 2025.2

Time for more Kolodko, of course.

Frigyes Karinthy (1887–1938) was an author who also translated some H.G. Wells and A.A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh into Hungarian.

Garfield looking smug on the fence of the University of Veterinary Medicine.All the fence posts used to have animal faces on them, but many have disappeared. This one is of course new.

A bit later (we went back to Tanya’s favourite Budapest shop) we were on the tram and I spotted something on the wall (the same wall that has the tank and the worm and the Russian soldier we saw last time.

This one is new. It’s also not a Kolodko, it’s by Gergő Ámmer, and commemorates Ádám Török, a flutist-singer-songwriter who passed away in 2023. After a few weeks, it was stolen, and then recovered on the other side of the river.

Got back on the tram, went to look for the Kolodko we searched for in vain last time.

In Vino Veritas. Once I realised that the Aquincum civil amphitheatre and the Aquincum military amphitheatre are two different places a few kilometers apart, it was easy (he is at the military amphitheatre).

Prince Árpád led the Magyar tribes when they settled in what is now Hungary, and is regarded by many as the founder of the country.

We found some cherries on a tree, giving us hope that we would have cherries at Globoka (last time we were there it had been a bad year for cherries).

And then we took the Metro to the other side of town to see the meerkat in front of the Children’s Clinic in District VIII.

Not a mini-statue. Budapest has the most diverse statues…

Chicken Thief “Csirkefogó”

That pretty much wraps up Budapest. There was a Wine & Champagne Festival the evening but by now out get up and go had most thoroughly got up and went, so that didn’t happen.

Budapest 2025

Tuesday morning we woke up to rain. Ah well, pack up, go to the station, catch the first train to Budapest.

It was running an hour late.

But there’s a very nice coffee-and-cake shop at the station, and it has wifi.

Got to Budapest close to two, the train docks at the Nyugati station. I knew there was a mini statue here somewhere, but figured, let’s get the bags home first. Bought a 72-hour public transport ticket. They work. Blue to Kálvin tér, green to II. János Pál pápa tér, and from there we could catch the 99 bus for one stop but it’s quicker to walk.

Nice modern room on the fourth floor of a nice modern building, on the Mátyás tér.

And then we were off again. We were just one stop from the Keleti station, so I took Tanya there to show her the Trabant I saw last time but… it was gone. Stolen, I guess.

So we got back on the Metro to Batthyány tér and from there took the tram to Tanya’s favourite-in-Budapest stationery / craft / bookstore.

And from there Szent Gellért is only two stops and I’d heard that there was a new mini statue so there we went.

Found him, we did, hmmm?

And then we found Tanya some food at an Asian place, bought wine, went home.


The next morning, I took Tanya to see some of the mini statues I’d found in her absence, last time.

The ark lives close to the Faculty of Veterinary Medicine on Bethlen Gábor tér. Maybe ark->animals->veterinary medicine? I don’t know. There’s another Kolodko on the other side of the faculty but we only found that later.

On the other hand, this Kolodko of Hanna Szenes — a British SOE-trained Jewish Hungarian poet-turned-parachutess who was executed in 1944 (she was 23) for trying to helping Jews flee Nazi occupation — is on the side of Szenes Hanna park.

And then we meandered down (well, walked to the closest tram stop and took a tram to Herzl Tivadar tér (where there is a Kolodko of the gentleman himself, we saw that last time)) to Erszebét tér where there is a “free” walking tour (you are expected to tip around 10 Euros per person).

Szent István (St Stephen’s) Basilica from Szent István tér. They have bits of dead people in there. We did not investigate.

We saw things we had seen before and other things we had not seen. And our guide (Balazs) told us things that we had not known about the things that we had seen before. So all in all, recommended.

We saw this Kolodko last time as well, it’s the Russian hat that was thrown in the river but grew legs and crawled back out again.

From here we wandered downriver, Tanya was feeling hungry so we stopped for Goulash soup and (of course) beer, eventually ended up at the castle in Városliget.

The tower on the left is straight, the cellphone wide angle lens, not so much. Clever devices, but they cheat.

We came here specifically for this new Kolodko.

It was already after five, so we had a quick beer and caught the Metro to Nyugati station.

This is Kópé, the mascot of the Skála stores which opened in the eighties and were not directly state-owned.

OK, that’s probably enough for one blog post. Stay tuned, as they say.