Vini Vidi we left! Excuse my poor latin, I hope you are not reading Diddler Doyle. Lake Balaton, that greatest of freshwater lakes in mainland Europe (outside of Scandinavia). Great in size I hasten to add. It is massive and popular with those lovers of water sports and invisible tan lines – all over. Coincidentally there did seem to be a large amount of German registration plates, but then they do like to holiday in Hungary. So a quick drive around some of the western and north eastern sides and off to Pécs in the southwest of Hungary.
This is a visibly old town that has endured various occupations and consequently has lots of architectural relics of these times, roman, hun, ottoman, Hapsburg and others! ‘Tis a small town in size, with a lazy feel to it. According to script we struggled to find our chosen campsite, because it was extinct. Oh lonely planet why dost thou lead me to despair. Luckily the mad lady owner of Familia Camping back in the town was more welcoming. I say mad, maybe moody is a better word. Initially we observed her rooting through our bin bags after we had deposited them in the refuse area. There are no signs to indicate separate bags for recycling etc, but this was the reason behind the sorting. Was ist los mit meinen rubbish bitte? did not throw any light on the subject. Later she demonstrated to Laura how to wash up dishes – properly! Perhaps she has too much time on her hands, certainly too little distance between the business end and the personal views.
She finally made it into the mad league by screaming and shouting at some happy French campers who did not want to camp there, but wanted to pay for use of the facilities, i.e. empty chemical toilet and refill their water tank. The French could not parlais Deutch nur Anglais, but they still appreciated the volatility of this woman “ze wife is mad, oui”? “oui”
On Tuesday we head for Szeged for a brief visit before heading into the world of Romania!
This is a visibly old town that has endured various occupations and consequently has lots of architectural relics of these times, roman, hun, ottoman, Hapsburg and others! ‘Tis a small town in size, with a lazy feel to it. According to script we struggled to find our chosen campsite, because it was extinct. Oh lonely planet why dost thou lead me to despair. Luckily the mad lady owner of Familia Camping back in the town was more welcoming. I say mad, maybe moody is a better word. Initially we observed her rooting through our bin bags after we had deposited them in the refuse area. There are no signs to indicate separate bags for recycling etc, but this was the reason behind the sorting. Was ist los mit meinen rubbish bitte? did not throw any light on the subject. Later she demonstrated to Laura how to wash up dishes – properly! Perhaps she has too much time on her hands, certainly too little distance between the business end and the personal views.
She finally made it into the mad league by screaming and shouting at some happy French campers who did not want to camp there, but wanted to pay for use of the facilities, i.e. empty chemical toilet and refill their water tank. The French could not parlais Deutch nur Anglais, but they still appreciated the volatility of this woman “ze wife is mad, oui”? “oui”
On Tuesday we head for Szeged for a brief visit before heading into the world of Romania!
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