It was a 340 km ride to the Hungarian border. It seemed to take forever riding through the farmland. The area seemed to be good farming land and very productive. Corn, sunflowers and a whole lot of other green stuff. Stopped for coffee and I 'spoke' to aRomanian biker who was at the cafe with his mates. All drunk at 9:30 in the morning. We had a good chat about bikes and stuff. The countryside is marred by rusting oil-lines and power poles which go straight through fields, not follow roads in the normal fashion.
The crossing into Hungary was even easier than previous crossings.... EU. Found a pension at Karcag and went for a meal and met the "Plum Brandy Bikers" . A Romanian patch club. Not quite the Hells Angles. They had been in Hungary for a big bike rally and were heading back to Romania. The whole club was there, all 8 of them. Riding old Urals and a Jawa bobber.
The President had good English, but no one else. 
Food in Hungary is flavoursome to say the least. Even the fat is fried in fat. Dave has been here a few times and has Hungarian relos, so we let him do the ordering, and so far its turned out fine!
Food in Hungary is flavoursome to say the least. Even the fat is fried in fat. Dave has been here a few times and has Hungarian relos, so we let him do the ordering, and so far its turned out fine!Back to the pension and the owner had us lock our bikes in a factory complex nearby, and then produced a bottle of white and we all had a good chat.
another departure from a flash lodging.
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