Phew!
After delays at Heathrow, and further delays on the flight to Vienna, Bob and I arrived in Vienna with my bag, Bob's backpack, his sports bag, but . . . . nicht rad - no bike. Some paperwork and the promise that it would be delivered to the hotel, we still had to pass customs and (hope) that our lift was there to take us from Vienna into Hungary and to the Hotel.
This went without a hitch, there was no customs, and a tall strapping fit bloke was holding a sign waiting for our arrival. Most charming, we soon left, and were hurtling down the highway at 170 km/hr. I thought that Bob was looking a little pensive as he gripped the handle above his head with the knuckles stripped of blood, but it was a safe, fun drive. We didn't even stop at the border, just slowed down as our driver waved our passports at the gum chewing guardess on looking bored duty.
Past the ethereal paddocks of wind turbines which stretched into the distance and to the High Tatra mountains beyond like some computer generated graphic from a B-grade sci-fi movie, we were soon in the River side town of Gyor and our small and (so far) charming hotel.
An evening stroll to find an ATM for some much needed local currency (Hungarian Forint - approximately 150 to the Aussie Dollar), a couple of local SIM cards and credit so that Bob and I can keep in contact with each other, and something to eat and drink.
We managed all of these, strolling through the unexpectedly charming pedestrian precinct of the centrum with the locals.
Bob's phone number while he is here is +36 209 726 338, whilst mine is +36 204 169 915. We aren't sure yet if it permits us access to SMS overseas (there were significant problems with doing that when we were in Laos last year), but at least we can be contacted.
I'm sure that we will have a marvellous time in this town, and look forward to exploring further ~ after, of course, Bob's bike turns up and we catch up on some much needed sleep.
Tell your bike that it needs to keep a blog too if it's going to have it's own adventures. Lol - now that would be funny!
Hey, that's a great idea! The bycycle blog...
Anyway, keep asking those tall guys you run into if they're single. ;)