Saturday, 14 August 2010
09.08.2010 The Gypsy-nightmare (Budapest to Kalocsa, 100km)
Alright. It was time to leave the Hungarian capital in order to experience the wild Hungarian countryside. After equipping ourselves with missing camping gear, we faced the task of finding our way out of the city. Cruising through Gypsy suburbs of Budapest gave us mixed feelings about what was lying ahead of us, especially as we had been warned about potential dangers by Hungarian friends more than a couple of times.
Anyway, with our mighty beards, we thought to look kinda scary too. Therefore, after around 100km of cycling on wild Hungarian roads (or muddy paths), we waited for the sun to set in order to secretly set up our tent in some bushes close to the road.
The mosquitoes didn`t have mercy upon us. No no. Neither did the insect repellent do a good job. We got eaten alive. The romantic camping experience turned into a “shit shit, let`s set up one tent and get in there as quick as possible”-adventure and included snuggling with all our gear and wearing our lovely smelling cycling-cloths. Hmm.
As soon as we were in the tent, the dogs of the farm nearby started barking. Nice. We somehow managed to fall asleep, still fearing that our bikes could get stolen during our sleep or that some Hungarian farmer would beat the shit out of us.
“GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” – Manuel woke up in the middle of the night by some paranoia, thinking that something around the tent was moving. Andreas respectively dreamt that Gypsies stole the bikes. At 7 in the morning, we both woke up, laughing, seeing that everything was fine and our bikes were waiting for their next ride…