Lispei kilátó - Lispeszentadorján

Good place

Clean air, very excursion place.

I was here in 2018. Then I was able to come up and marvel at the beautiful landscape of Zala.

The lookout is likely to be renovated only on the first level can be viewed, dismantled the next steps.

In Lispén, turning from Kossuth Street to Lispei Street, the street led to the lookout. From the end of the street approx. 100 meters on foot to the lookout, nice view, information boards about the plants and animals in the area.

Lispei Lookout Tower is one of the panoramic wedges of the Zala Lookout Epicenter. Next to the lookout on Lispeszantadorján, on the ridges of the vineyards, it rises about 50 meters from the Blue Tour route, ie almost exactly on it. At this lookout, it can be said that it was built similarly to many lookouts in the area (Kistolmács, Bázakerettye, Lispeszentadorján, Lasztonya ...), ie a well-constructed lookout structure with a multi-storey wooden beam, where the panorama is very lavish (although this is also the case with other lookouts). In a sunset mountain retreat, the uninformed hiker may be surprised by the full-fledged weapon crackling, to which an experienced roamer immediately retracts his hiking stick and shouted big ones, "Don't shoot me because I'm not a wild boar," after the pious hobo-blues song. In addition, the hiking companion picks up his pace on the slope, feeling the weight / 10 weight of the hiking boots tearing his shoulders. Because you don't want to feel the shotgun beer in your back, you'd rather drink another B24 pub from Bázakerettye. Yes, because it is no coincidence that Bázakerettye, a frequented and centrally located blue tour sealing pub, was named B24, rivaling the weekend opening of the village disco with the closing of the week at 22:00 throughout the week. Because this pearl of Zala oil inlay after the American section of the American - Hungarian oil company in the II. With a strong view of World War II, he left the skinny pig in a gallop, only switched on late to accidentally take the key with him and brought it back in a B24 team rope to drop it off with his carpet bombs to his Hungarian pals. Since then, the name of the American airline has been included in the pub and the key is hung on the street. It is spread on the table in the form of waxed canvas anyway. It's not worth scraping off. So the carpet bombing was also a big bang in 44, like the Lispei shotguns at the end of September 2020. Which Lispedombi burst to great surprise and the great grief of the hippopotamus hiker only turns out in the morning that it is really just a wild and bird-watching noise bomb. Yet the wanderer, boldly repressing his long-running river affairs all night, did not venture to a line-up that did not serve as a standing / moving target for the hunter instead of the wild. Thus, for all the movements of the evening, only the headlamp SOS light signal following the hunt shot is crumbling with your finger and the "DO NOT SHOOT" sound signal with your mouth and vocal cords. A modest gig of vibrating trombone snoring in the silence between shots. But in the morning it becomes suspicious that they are still popping, but so lifelike that sometimes he hears his beer pulled by his ear (because it doesn't flow into my throat, he thinks). He coughs up, lets out what he wants, then after a morning feast he takes his hiking stick around his neck and descends to Lispeszentadorján, where the popping noise bomb rumbles in the same way. And then he is struck that these dear people of Zala love their vines more than their own restful sleep. Thus, the silence of the village hidden in the birdwalk of Zala is made relative to the noise bomb, which, leaving the village a long time ago, escorts far into the depths of the hills of the Zala roller coaster.