Slovak Hungary border crossing (3rd time in 24 hrs
Sep 05, 2010
Aug 21, 2011
. He said we were on a dead end road and directed us back to the main highway. Reluctantly we turned around and hit the (right, thats it - every time I write THE it comes out as TEH, it must be a malfunction in the wiring of my digit/brain neurons - I am no longer going to correct it) main road to Budapest. It was a dream move. We averaged about 18 mph and before lunch we had covered 40 miles. Along the way we saw a sad and very different side to the comfortable Hungary we had thus far experienced. On this busy truckers route into the capital, there were young girls sitting in lay-bys. We soon realised that the short skirts and high heels only meant one thing and the cars doing u-turns confirmed that this was a stretch of road which offered a service we did not expect. It was really sad to see and another sharp reminder of how life is so different, and we are only 5 weeks cycle ride away from Bosham. Lunch in Lidl was the last stop before hitting the city. The entrance to Budapest was cool. Some nice suburbs followed by a hectic burst into the city. First sight of the river in these capitals is always great as it gives safe cycling and we were able to cruise down the west bank of the Danube to Elizabeth bridge where we eventually crossed and found our hostel. It is a cool little place where I now sit and enjoy the company of Tom who has motorbiked from UK to Turkey. I look forward to exploring Buda and Pest tomorrow.
The bin men of Kormano start early. About 6 I would say. Not a problem because our overnight surroundings came complete with BBC world news and CNN. We made the 10 second trip to the restaurant hoping to find our breakfast waiting. It looked locked up but then we were beckoned in by a sleepy eyed cleaner and waitress. Within minutes we were enjoying coffee and juice. Polly only managed 3 fried eggs and ham, I took 5, some would say that is more than your weekly allowance of cholesterol. We pedalled out of Komarno and across another very long Danube bridge into Komarno ( the Hungarian version of the town we had just left ). The currency changed from the familiar Euro to the Florint. I withdrew money to find myself holding 200,000 notes. A stop at the Co-op (yes,they are everywhere thank goodness) set us on our way through pleasant Hungarian villages on the way to Tata. The feel of these villages was so distant from the Slovak misery just a couple of hours away. We were on a road when some chap (Austrian) asked what we were up to