Coitus Interruptus

The owner of the Pension that we are staying in insists on speaking to me in German, and once again my "O" level from a few decades ago is stretched to its limits - must get Andrew to give me some lessons when we meet up in Vienna. We leave Esztergom heading for Gyor, and pass through some easy to remember villages on the way: Nyergesujfalu, Penzasas-Ujitelep and Mosonmagyarovar by way of example. Don't know what all the fuss is about Hungarian, it trips off the tongue so easily. At times we are on a cycle way sandwiched between the railway on one side and the road on the other, and then at other times we are just on the main road. We cross the railway to follow a path through the woods and come across a naked couple in the back of a car. We're not sure what the Hungarian is for "dogging" but it seems to be over pretty quickly, unlike the frogs who are at it all night. The Eurovelo route was probably not the best location. Again it's incredibly hot and humid, and thick dark storm clouds lurk ominously to the East, threatening to give us a soaking, though I'm so hot I wouldn't mind. We arrive hot and bothered at Gyor and are staying in a hotel that was once a monestary - it has that unmistakable churchy smell, a sort of ancient stoney odour. Into Slovakia tomorrow. (Esztergom to Gyor - 64.5 miles)