The Great Hungarian Plain

The Great Hungarian Plain stetches for mile upon mile and we're on it and we like it. With a light breeze from the East as we head North we feel that we are flying along, the sun on our back. We make rapid progress, until that is we get lost. Is there a theme developing here? We cycle for miles on a grassy bank which bears no resemblance to where we're meant to be on the map, and there are no locals to help us. Communication can be quite a problem, Hungarian's nearest linguistic neighbour is Finnish and it's taken me two days just to learn "thank you". As for " two beers please"that will take a little while longer. The currency is equally complicated, as there are something like 362 Florints to the pound, so I just cannot do the conversion to sterling. You end up with large wadges of notes , like we did in Serbia and we spend it a bit like monopoly money ( as Clare does in LK Bennett) . The food can also be quite a challenge - we seem to have a knack of ordering food from the menu that is not available. It would be easier if we knew the Hungarian for "just tell us what you've got" . The are some amusing translations too. If I had been a pudding man I might have been tempted by "King's ball with a wild berry sauce". We're staying in a real dive tonight: a truckers hostel on the edge of town, and they've already warned us about the disco. Hopefully tomorrow's accommodation in Budapest will be better, otherwise I'm in trouble. (Kalocsa to Budapest - 63 miles)