It’s been some time since I’ve contributed anything to our illustrious blog… not really sure why, but most likely because since we arrived in Europe everything has been… very nice.
And while that might sound lovely, it’s actually borderline boring after the year we’ve had. It’s also very expensive, which makes most things a pain in the ass. Finding a place to sleep, finding a restaurant for dinner, and filling the tank have all become optimisation exercises.
But I’m not complainig, just imagine, “boo hoo, poor us, we’re stuck in beautiful europe for a few months with not much to do aside from aimlessly wandering the countryside in search of tasty food and wine” pretty hard going!
Back to the blog…
So it’s Summer here, unfortunately no one told that to the clouds who have been conspiring against us recently. We arrived in Budapest after a lovely day riding in the green countryside (s0 nice!), then 8km from our hostel the heavens opened and torrential rain followed us all the way there. Seriously torrential rain, the type that makes the cars pull over because they cant see where they’re going, the type that totally floods the road so we were continually riding through more than a foot of water… yes the type that actually fills your boots up with water until it comes flowing over the top.
Arriving at the hostel saturated, Sally went into reception to ask them to open the gate to the carpark
“excuse me can you please open the gate for the carpark?”
“do you have a booking?”
“yes we do, could you just open the gate so we can get in please?”
“the carpark costs 10 euro per day”
“I’m not paying 10 euro per day, I called before booking and this wasnt mentioned”
“well they should have told you”
“Yes they should have… but we are not paying 10 euro”
“would you mind waiting a minute please?”
“YES I DO MIND, I’M COMPLETELY SATURATED AND MY BOYFRIEND IS SITTING IN THE RAIN WAITING FOR THE GATE TO OPEN!!”
It went on for quite a while, long enough that when Sal finally reappeared on the street I thought we must be going somewhere else. On the up side, we didnt pay for the carpark!
Budapest was REALLY nice. It was full of really nice streets, selling nice clothes, nice bars, and nice food. I’m sure you can imagine.
From there we rode a short day to a very nice lake, completely overrun by tourists, where we camped in a caravan park, walked into town, where it was also very nice, walked back to the park (because I forgot my wallet), and then ate a really nice traditional dinner of goulash soup and bbq pork joint.
Today we rode from there to the border, where we didnt even need to stop or show passports, (that was also a very nice change), and into Slovenia, where everything is unexpectedly even nicer.
But this afternoon the weather turned against us again, and 85km from our destination it started to rain. Then the little mountain road we were on turned to dirt, and the rain got even heavier. Usually this would be considered not very nice, but I actually enjoyed the ride even though it was really hard to see through my frosted visor 🙂
Late in the afternoon, drenched again, we rode past a little hostel in the middle of nowhere, where a tiny little wooden hut in the garden costs 36euro (very cheap for here), a glass of slovenian wine is 1.50 and a pizza is 6euro. This was all very good news, and has led me to be writing this blog in the relative comfort of a heated room with a full belly and empty glass, rather than in a wet tent surrounded by wet riding gear.
I think i’ll have another glass of red and then go to bed.