Hungary

01.06.2019

We got up very early, but by the time we had breakfast, topped up the oil and got our 7 things together it was already 11 o'clock.

Well then, off we went onto the motorway.

Since we were hungry again after two hours, we rolled into a closed rest area and drove through the first puddle of dirt, where I almost crouched. The name of the rest area said it all - "Übelbach".

After we had left the motorway again and continued on the country road towards Hungary, I really felt like singing a certain song for the first time. We passed through Fürstenfeld - well, "I want to go back home" wasn't the theme, but it fit well.

The border was not occupied and we simply rolled into Hungary. There were a lot of whorehouses near the border and when the name of a village was "Poppendorf", it all made sense.

We then drove on nice side roads to Lake Balaton and pulled into a private campsite at 7 pm.

We were even allowed to pitch our tents on the meadow by the water, because there was nothing going on yet, and we had a wonderful view.

We did a bit of shopping and, after the tents were up, we cooked.

Spaghetti Napoli was on the menu and Felix wanted to try out the new tarp. As it was a bit dark in the sky, we thought that would be a good idea anyway.

A bit improvised, two brooms and a small dessert we found on the camping site served as tent poles. So we sat underneath and promptly as I finished cooking there was a downpour, well then, bon appetit.

Balàzs, the man for everything there, a biker and incredibly helpful, explained to us how things work in Hungary. Most campsites are state-run, which means that the workers there get minimum wage and the state earns itself silly. That's good, we stay at a private one, which seems a bit improvised, but has a lot of charm.

02.06.2019

After a restful night in the tent, I got up with the sun in the morning. A camper's delight, I fired up the cooker and brewed a coffee.

That was the plan, but as the saying goes - if you want to make God laugh, make a plan. No sooner said than done, but I stupidly left the cooker out in the open overnight and somehow some dirt got into the system and the thing wouldn't light up for the life of me.

At first, still full of energy, I disassembled everything, cleaned it and reassembled it.

Attempt no. 2, but the cooker had other plans than mine. The whole game again. Well, we, the cooker and I, repeated the whole thing a few more times, until after 3 hours I ran out of patience and Felix took pity on me to tackle it.

When I got out of the shower, the thing finally worked, Felix was already happily cooking and we