My day started in Budapest with me heading fully loaded to the train station across the Danube. Once there I had the joy of carrying my fully laden bike up four flights of stairs as that was the only way to get to the train. There was my train in all it's glory, sitting there waiting for me on the platform. Now after yesterday's problems with finding a train for me to be able to take my bike on, I was expecting a wagon for bikes or something, wrong. I was told to load my bike at the end of the train but to get on the train I had to lift up three very steep steps. What you must understand is like it's owner,my bike is bottom heavy therefore when you pick it up past a certain angle the whole bloody thing tips over backwards (I found that out the hard way). Thankfully the conductors came to rescue and between three of us we lifted and pushed and shoved until my bike and it's load we're safely on the train, by the way did I mention I had to change twice before reaching my destination?
The next exciting was knowing where the hell I was allowed to sit. I asked but nobody spoke English, so I sat in one of the many empty seats and I'm damned that I went and sat in one that had been reserved. Then we had the joy of trying to communicate what I had to do, apparently I needed another ticket for the seat. I had one for the bike, one for me but I needed one for the seat. I finally found what I needed but still didn't know where I was supposed to be sitting so I just sat anyway and crossed my fingers.
So, three hours later I had to chuck my bike down off the train only to haul it back on another one but this time on my own. Half an hour later, chuck bike off haul it back on again. I finally reached Mohács in Hungary at 12.20. I wanted to cross the border and make it to Osijek in Croatia by the end of the day. Fun crossing the border, got two stamps in my passport which is always a thrill.
The route was all on the road, through little towns and villages. The road was smooth. I was cheered on and waved at by the Croats I passed along the way. Many houses riddled with bullet holes and signs warning of land mines to my side were reminders of a harder time for these people. Such a simple life they lead, no qualms. The highlight of their day was sitting outside their houses watching the world go by or me on this occasion. Their presence along the way made my ride so much more enjoyable.
I was zooming along and before long I was at Osijek. It was only supposed to have been 60km but it turned out to be 80km. It was 4.30pm so I had done well considering I had left at 12.30. I wasn't at all tired so I decided to keep going. Accommodation, even camping are pretty hard to come across on this section of the Danube. I actually began to think that I was going to have to camp wildly but then I remembered the land mines. I finally made it to the next big city which was Vukovar. Fortunately as I entered the city I found 'rooms' and stopped.
That was me done for the day. 120km in six hours along a smooth and wonderful road.