Apr 29, 2006
Nov 15, 2007
It was a large-white-gravel camp site and the march flies were a bit of a threat, they could just about carry you off. But it was away from the road, free and undisturbed. We did hear several dogs barking during the night so there must have been a property reasonably close. We weren't totally away from civilization like at other camps.
We hate to move on out of Slovakia, so we manage just one more coffee break and lunch in a couple of those pretty spots before we cross the border into Hungary. I also had to mail a few post cards with Slovakian stamps on them. When I asked a couple of local lasses where the letter box was, they each pointed in the opposite direction. After nailing one of the girls down, I asked her what colour the box would be (it's difficult to know in each country). On suggesting it might be red, green, yellow, orange, rust. "Oh, no it is white" . I hurriedly jogged about a kilometer up the street because my team was waiting for me, and guess what... it was orange!