Prior to leaving Budapest we arranged to meet my mum and her husband Pete for one last evening, with a target set we headed off but quickly got stuck with some route finding issues. Countless suburbs and industrial estates later and the city was cleared, making up for lost time we charged on to our evening rendezvous arriving knackered at a small riverside camp site.
The next rest is in Belgrade where we have arranged to stay with a host through the couch surfing website, needing to finalise arrangements internet was hunted down in the small town of Baja
. Finding internet access was a little challenging as the hotel girls I was trying to communicate with spoke no English and found the hairy bloke in the lobby both amusing and frustrating, luckily for us the hotel owner turned up and, leading us on his bike, guided us across town to his other hotel, Hotel Kaiser. Seated on a veranda with an all you can eat buffet we tucked into a second breakfast of cheese, ham and bread as the amazingly helpful and friendly owner told us about his family (including photos), dragon boat racing (former world champion) and the town of Baja (no mafia). With a packed lunch of sandwiches provided and photo's of us in front of the hotel taken we were finally on our way at 11 and riding in the scorching heat towards the Croatian border.
Our second rest day in Budapest gave us a chance to see some more of the city, Tuna was also given an outing which he seemed to enjoy greatly. Catching the funicular railway up to the palace was an entertaining experience mainly due to my mum panicking because people were not sitting and standing as the sign said they should. Unsurprisingly, we didn't crash to our doom and had a great afternoon wandering around despite the rain, Helen even had her photo taken with a very stern guard who gave us permission with the slightest nod of his head.