Strangely enough, these three uneventful days rate among the best I have had so far. Feeling adventurous and fit (read: despereate to get out of Eger and a looming marriage), I sauntered further east to Szilvásvárad, namely the Szalajka Valley. I was nervously eyeing the growling, grey, grimacing sky and inwardly self affirming (not into prayer) that today it would not rain! Why? I hear you ask, surely rain is good for the soil and the fertility of the lush green valley you are lazing about in? Why yes, she replied, looking somewhat chastised. But you see... my tent. It's not waterproof... with downcast eyes. As it turns out, given that absolutely no-one else was choosing to visit the valley at this time, the caravan park was somewhat empty and the kind souls at reception let
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