The food hasn't really improved. What they like best over here is lukewarm pork or turkey done in various styles, with pickled cabbage and dumplings. I make a mental note to tell Zoltan to get himself out here: he's looking for a girlfriend, and the girls of Eger are stunning. (Bridget adds that he could smarten himself up a bit, starting with that grey fleece he wears all the time.) Yesterday, as we started our walk at the little station of Egeresvolgy-Varrohaz, one member of our party spotted a sign saying Beware Of Wolves. Later, in the woods, we came across
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