Győr - Székesfehérvár - Paks - Mohács, 254 km, 14-17 August 2016
It’s unbelievable. Linh woke me up some minutes after I had felt asleep, right in the night before the start of our Grand Trip. “Honey, honey, there’s a message in Hungarian, from some tv channel and about an interview, but I don’t understand all! You must read it!” The national channel M1 wanted an interview with us in the morning. Oh gosh, that made me so nervous, how could I fall asleep again?
Next morning, in front of the city hall, a camera man and an reporter arrived and came straight to us: “Hello, we’d like to ask you some questions about your adventure, if you’re okay with it. We are from Győrplusz channel.” Huh? Two interviews? Plus the newspaper? My thoughts from 6 months ago came again: “We must be crazy, if we do this.” Now the media attention proved it: we are doing something over the limit.
Interview with the national channel M1 (Starting from 07:42')
Funny thing, that the first hours of cycling challenged our willpower. The track wasn’t difficult at all, but the recent farewell from family and friends pulled my mind back home, and instead of eating canned food with bread at gas stations I was considering to just turn back and join my family’s feast every Sunday for lunch…
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Meeting with Gézu in Kisbért
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It was the right time to stop at Székesfehérvár for a night, as it used to be the crowning city of several Hungarian kings. At that time when we arrived there was a King festival, and the downtown was seriously packed with people. We felt like we were in Asia already, but our host, Kriszti assured us, that besides this festival the walking street is pretty much empty. But the creativity of the organisers amazed me, how they showed animated history lessons on walls of buildings, and brought there medieval musicians, and 3 meter tall puppets of our kings.
The next destination was Paks, the home of the only nuclear power plant in Hungary. Our host was an amazing family, who brought us to the plant where they work at, but as it was too late to get in, we could examine only the statues of great Hungarian minds, such as Teller Ede, the creator of hydrogen bomb (check!) and the biggest fan of nuclear bomb. “Nuclear power for peace” - said one of the memorial. We couldn’t skip making some jokes about it. The dinner amazed us even though it was advertised impressively earlier by the daddy, the mom is a real Master Chef! The next morning, the whole family was waiting for us with a huge table of food in the dining room. It was 6:30 in the morning, I forgot to mention. We are still talking about their super family long after we left Paks, how beautiful they are!
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| The Kelemen family in Paks |
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Some minutes before arriving at Lánycsók
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In Lánycsók, the last city in Hungary that we stayed over night, we were warmly welcomed by a retired couple - Ágnes and Ottó. In a moment, we felt like we were visiting home after a long semester at university. Especially when the wife were always busy bringing food and drink and food and drink to us even when we said no to the offer. There I tried a new dessert, which became my new favourite! How come, that a genius mind in Mohács could come up with idea of rolling three-different-taste-pancake into one, pouring melted chocolate on it and adding whipped cream on top, creating a beast sweet course, and this cook is not world famous yet? Actually, his restaurant closed down years ago, only the meal remains a local specialty.
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With Ágnes và Ottó in Lánycsók
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As these good stories couldn’t convince us to abandon our mad idea of cycling until Vietnam (which mostly means cycling in heat, cold, uphill in rain, in boring landscape, and the most boring routine: packing the tent and sleeping bags almost every morning,) mother nature sent us another sign in form of a bloody storm. The pouring rain, the thunderstorms and lightnings caused panic, and it was slightly hard to figure out with shaking hands, in which damn pannier is my rain trouser and jacket. After some less enjoyable cycling we sought shelter, and we found a roof in the yard of a factory, near the “Sátorhely 2” (“Camping 2”) traffic sign. What a coincidence! After the storm we wanted to leave, but nature sent another notice in form of a second storm. This hall had no walls, therefore we could enjoy the sound in dolby surround, but it was still boring. This was the perfect time of planned maintenance! A form of help from Linh was to poop her panties from the lightnings and to add a new waypoint to our map: “maintenance”. Thanks a lot!
We were still stronger than what the Mom nature could ever imagine, so after 3 hours of waiting we managed to cross the border to Croatia. Farewell Hungary, farewell Danube, farewell triple pancakes!
Péter
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