Peter has invited me to join him, the Englishman and the Australian family for a day in Budafolk, the suburb where he and the Englishman live. I am tardy, spending the morning washing my clothes in a washing machine for the first time since I left Australia a month ago. But I arrive on time…
After a late night I sleep in and don’t head into Budapest city until early afternoon. I arrange to meet with a Norwegian who I met at the bar last night. Not a romantic meet up but just a “two guys visiting a foreign city” meet up. I had planned to go to see some…
Warning: This post contains adult themes. If you are likely to be offended, please skip this post and wait until the next one. Don’t say you weren’t warned. Cheers. ****** I am exhausted today. I want to sleep in but wake early dreaming of baguettes. Yes, that’s right. I was dreaming about food and lots…
My final day of riding took me through stunning scenery but also up some steep climbs. Crossing the Danube on a ferry I saw lots more cycle tourers. I said hello but got no responses. Riding along the Danube was lovely, as it has been every time I’ve come across it. I noticed how much…
I wake refreshed from my early night. It’s cold and the world is damp. The bivy bag did it’s job though and I am dry. As is everything that I left under the groundsheet, which I draped between the bivy and my bike as a small sort of awning. I am going to miss waking…
I set off from Erika’s guesthouse feeling warm and fuzzy after my stay there. I wanted to give her a hug goodbye when I set off but settled for promising to return when I come back to Hungary (for this is a country I must come back to). It’s early in the morning and even…
I have a very slow start to the day. First I am so comfortable in my cute aqua and purple room on the cute low child’s bed that I take my time actually getting out of bed after I wake. Well, I get up and have a shower before 6am but then decide to return…
Leaving Eger the landscape has totally changed from that through which I have spent the past weeks cycling. There are low mountains and green spaces here in this part of the world. It’s very pretty. Miskolc is deep within the mountains and this can only mean one thing: climbing. And, in true Hungarian road building…
I am physically and mentally exhausted when I wake on my first morning in Eger. I feel like I should be excited to be here because I have heard how wonderful this city is. But in reality, I just want to stay in my bivy all day and watch The Good Wife, which I bought…
Let me start this post with a small caveat: Eger is in Northern Hungary but most of this ride took place in the Northern Great Plains so I have located it there for this reason. Now … on with my story. I have decided to crack on today and cross the Northern Great Plains of…
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