WAY TO MAGYAR

To leave Cracow we went on the road, and as other times we had some biscuits for breakfast, but here we don’t have time to having breakfast, before finish the packet we were traveling in a truck and returning to Slovakia. One more time we travel in the hands of a Turk, so we had the hospitality and the guaranteed laughter. On the border, we didn’t have any problem, but it was the first time which they ordered us to bring down, and it was normal, two Spanish in a Turkish truck and with a Turkish driver who has Bulgarian passport, on the Polish-Slovak border...
We traveled with him for about 5 hours, and all the way invited us to eat things and to drink, and all the time said us: later Turkish restaurant!!, after some time, he stopped and invited to us to eat with him in the truck food of his country. When we reach Zvolen, the destination of both, he gave us some bars of chocolate and water.
Our stop in Zvolen, is because is on the way to Budapest, but anyway we wanted to see a little this part of the country, that is seen more crushed than Bratislava. Here we had a contact that fails us; the easy solution would have been to sleep near the river, as other times, but we decided to investigate more and see what happened. As we had his address we present ourselves at his house and we knew his mother; we took a walk through the city, and finally they found an accommodation for us at the house of a friend.


The following day was a little undecided, we get up with an idea, and we end up making another thing. Without haste and entrusted with our "way of transport", we arrived to the border with Hungary. From Sahy, we cross by foot to the Republic of Magyar, (Hungary), and walking we finished at Hont.


We spent the night between the church and the cemetery, and gave ourselves a great feast for dinner with the chicken that we had bought to use up ours last Slovak crowns.

We had to wake up at 5:00 am, because at 4:30 is the sunrise; and we didn’t know at this moment the great party that waited for us this night. We arrived direct to Budapest with one North American, who said us: the only rule that I have is, if my wife call me please don´t speak because she doesn’t allow me to pick up hitchhikers... of course his wife called two times.

In the house that we arrived, they were going to celebrate the farewell of university, and we couldn’t count the quantity of people that pass through the house during the night, and plenty of different nationalities. Among all there was a boy from Malaysia, Wilson that sleeps here as us, for CS. This guy is traveling by hitchhike during 13 months already for Europe, and when we met each other, we had a lot of questions and experiences to tell between the three.


Another time we met the Danube, in a modern and very beautiful city, divided into two parts, Buda, and Pest. In the part of “Buda” is the big fortress, and in “Pest”, we liked the Parliament, the most significant building of the city. Something essential in this city is to enjoy a nocturnal sight from some of its bridges.


On our days in Budapest, we celebrate the travel day number 100, every time we feel more comfortable and adapted in the journey and with desires of following and spend many more days...