We have a sleepless night due to the cacophony of mating frogs (at it all night long) and the bass beat from the disco which was so loud the room vibrated. The local truckers must be into heavy metal. We decide to give the Truckers Breakfast a miss and instead eat pastries from paper bags in front of a supermarket - standards are slipping. It is hot and the sky is clear. We make good progress along quiet roads - not a dyke in sight! We get lost only once today. The Euro Velo route can be very well signed in Hungary but never at a junction or in towns when you need them. Along straight roads when we are confident that we know where we are there are hundreds of them : reassuring but not helpful. Our approach to Budapest is a far cry from our terrifying experience on the road to Belgrade and I don't think we saw a lorry all day. The route takes us through the riviera of the Danube with smart villas and boats in private moorings. We picnic by the river and watch the locals enjoying a fine Sunday of recreation and the start of a rowing regatta. We arrive at our hotel before 2pm and are soon joining the throng of tourists on the open top bus tour. It is lovely to sit down and enjoy the sights but we are worried that we might both fall asleep and still be going round at midnight. We both admit to feeling a little lost in this big cosmopolitan city after the rural village life we have become accustomed to. (Rackeve to Budapest - 34 miles)
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