Left our eerily quite hotel (The Shining?) in the wilderness pretty late after finally getting hold of a missing insurance paper. Had a chat with a teacher and a couple of Slovak kids that turned up as I was waiting for the document to be sent through. Played catch up after then, leaving Slovakia (much like the CZ, but more rural) and into Hungary. Initially, the place looked much more upmarket with the roads and houses very smart over the border but that effort to impress the neighbours soon disappeared and the old soviet 'features' soon appeared. Budapest was slow to get into, seemingly starting 18km out! Once in, iffy hotel and not much around to do nearby. Ended up in a very local bar that was like a portacabin but not as luxurious with the highlight being one of the group chatting up a beggar for a laugh and a visit to what is a contender for worst toilet visited (think Trainspotting). Mercifully though, late on I met and shared a beer with a local guy named Virag (John) who was, along with being a nice bloke, very willing to share some information on the country, its people and himself. Thanks Virag, you saved the night!
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