What were we thinking?

What were we thinking? This is a question that we have asked ourselves many times while standing in the rain, alongside a road with heavy traffic. The campings are usually closed, the weather has been bad, our clothes are all wet, it's hard to find the food that we're used to, etc... We often talk about how great it would be to be on one of those package vacations with old people and nice hotels. However, when we are not pedalling uphill in the rain, with no food, we are often really happy, without a care in the world, and completely sure that this trip was a fabulous idea. It is a rollercoaster.

So far in Hungary, we have found that some people speak a little german, so that has been a tad bit helpful in trying to find food, a camping spot, etc... but mostly you just ask someone something and they will go on and on in Hungarian, even if you tell them that you really don't speak their language, they just continue on for a long while, until you are just nodding and smiling and hoping that they'll go away soon.

More and more we stay in little rooms that locals have for rent. It's always a challenge to negotiate a good price when you don't understand each other...

Like Slovakia, there are not a whole lot of highways, so a lot of the small roads are heavy with traffic. Instead of risking our lives, we try to find little roads to go on, which are often muddy or grassy, or full of potholes. However, we don't want to die, so this is okay, just really really slow.