Policeman Plod

Day 36 was a particularly frustrating day. It began with a drive along a nice road clearly marked on the map which would have taken us conveniently to our next destination. Unfortunately this road turned out to be closed. Even more unfortunate was that we only discovered this when we were pulled over by a policeman. A £20 fine did not put us in the best of moods and also left us rather short of cash. When we found they wanted £5 just to park at the Ice Caves it was not a difficult decision to drop this from our itinerary. We then drove back and forth or rather up and down a spectacularly winding stretch of mountainous road, straight out of a Bond movie. First in search of an ATM, then a campsite, which turned out not to be suitable for campervans (nice level pitches just no way of driving onto them, not even for off-road Napoleon Sport), so back down the series of U-bends and off to another site just north of the Hungarian border. Another incredible thunderstorm rounded off ‘one of those days’.

An early start the next day enabled an easy border crossing (no risk of over heating this time) and we entered our 8th country.