In a park in Budapest I met Petra. She offered me to pitch my tent in her parents garden, and after meeting them all and been served a wonderful dinner my status increased to houseguest. Then the father took me on a city tour in his car, an extraordinary experience, because his goal was not to show me the nicest places, but the worst.In a park in Budapest I met Petra. She offered me to pitch my tent in her parents garden, and after meeting them all and been served a wonderful dinner my status increased to houseguest. Then the father took me on a city tour in his car, an extraordinary experience, because his goal was not to show me the nicest places, but the worst.
On tour in the gypsy quarters, in a Citroen Xsara driven like Loeb

A remarkable fact about Hungary is that every year about a thousand people are killed in bicycle accidents, something that might explain why there were so few bicycle riders in town. Obviously there were very few left. Petra and I went on a walkabout, visiting the main attractions in Buda. Among other things we arrived at the mansion of the prime minister where tourists were gathered to see some fancy dressed soldiers do their turns on the catwalk. Allegedly they guarded the minister’s house. When the show was over a single policeman was left. He didn’t look very happy, explaining that the soldiers got all the attention, while it reality it was he who guarded the prime minister, not them.

The Hajnal ladies, what a cool family! Thanks!!!!

Petra’s mother was from the western part of the country, and on departure she gave me a map of her home region. Unfortunately I did not linger for long because I was anxious to see the ocean again, and I did not stop for the night before I was far inside Slovenia.

I never investigated if it was hundred meter to it, or if it was hundred meter long