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Published: August 5th 2013
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The church bells gave us an early start on Sunday and with the roads being quiet we made good time.
Woolly says – once out of Vienna we were greeted by field upon field of corn again before more industrial areas started to appear on the horizon. Thinking to be clever we pulled up for fluids for Ollie and yet another vignette. This was a mistake!!!! It was complete chaos with vehicles queuing onto the express way trying to get to a fuel pump. Ian and Ollie charged towards a smaller line and there we sat, we checked registration plates and it appeared that there was representation from the whole of the United Nations. Bored of this I counted clouds, cars and anything else I could think of to stave off boredom and still we waited. Slowly but surely we inched ever closer and with only two cars in front of us we started to feel hopeful until the first car was still fuelling up 15 minutes later, had he got a wagon in disguise as a car? No, he had nothing going into his tank and we sat and waited while they really filled up. Up next
and Jo was like a streak of lightening to start queuing to pay and to buy the new sticker for Ollie. Fuel in and paid for but no vignette, apparently we had to go round the corner and QUEUE.
It would have been most helpful if there had been information about this as I could have got the dratted vignette while waiting for the fuel pump. Into another queue and with people pushing in, I’m sorry to say I stuck my elbows out and refused to move for anyone. Holding a receipt in my hands I staggered back to the waiting crew and begged for coffee. The whole stop only lasted an hour and a half, it felt like a lifetime.
Woolly says – at last the road was beneath us again and off we went, I had the passports ready and was waiting patiently to enter my next country. With no warning nothing to show and NOT even a sign we were in Hungary and already a couple of kilometres down the road! Slightly miffed I sat back to watch the countryside only to think we had crossed the border back into England.
Green fields, trees and pot holes in the road there was little in it, slowly the grass looked drier and as we neared our destination it was certainly feeling more European. The first camp approached on the Lake Balaton, we pulled over and while Jo hummed and harred and Ian tapped the steering wheel I hoped we would move on, it didn’t look nice and you couldn’t see a blade of grass anywhere for tents and vans.
Move on we did and a few short kilometres further down the road we entered Yacht Camping (Kemping). Being silence time we picked our pitch and settled into the bar to wait for the three o’clock end of curfew. Pitching took a short time and as we were all very hot and sticky it seemed only decent to go and dive in the lake.
Woolly says – it was a pleasant afternoon swimming in the warm water and sitting on the grass in the sun. Hunger finally came upon us and having changed we settled down in the bar to look at their extensive menu. Prices are in Hungarian Florins so every is in hundreds and thousands,
Jo gave me a 1000 HUF for my pocket money and boy did I feel rich until she told me it was about £3.30 GBP. Settling for stuffed mushrooms for Jo and me and stuffed Turkey for Ian and me we sat happily relaxing and considering a three night stop. The food was OK but with plates piled high there was no chance of finishing it all, in fact we could have all shared one plate full and still had left overs. With drinks and food coming to 4860 HUF (approximately £16.20 GBP) we settled in for our first night. By the time light had gone we were in bug city. We have encountered quite a few bugs and flies on this trip but not on this scale. Even with the citronella candles going full belt the tent was full, with Jo spraying everything in sight. I tried to count the dead, there were millions. Defeated I went to sleep counting bugs.
The morning brought further chaos as high winds had ripped through the tent in the night and we had leaves, sticks and other debris to deal with not to mention the mounting death toll now
into trillions. We decided on a change of plan, a walk into the local town for a coffee and present shopping and then an early pack up and start tomorrow with a castle or two thrown in for good measure. The small town was a pleasant 15 minute walk away and with the shops stocking the usual souvenir and beach stuff it didn’t take long to find what we wanted and head back with ice cream to the site.
Woolly says – I had a raspberry one which was lovely except for all the bits of raspberries that got stuck in my teeth. Another afternoon on the side of the lake before re-spraying the tent and finding some food again, so nice to just sit and do nothing for a day, mind you it is getting a bit warm under the old fur might, be time for a nice cold drink again!
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