End of day 10, the 3rd of July. Capital of the mother country. A early breakfast on we are onto the free shuttle bus to take us into the city. From last nights adventure I feel like I already know my way around. We hope onto the "hop on hop off" bus and start the tour. History, history, history. And more history. Even if you don't really care for such things I think it would be hard to not get immersed into it. Might have to do one of these tours of Melbourne. W...

End of day 9, 2nd July. Woke up and started packing. Didn't leave Mor until like 11:30am after we finally said goodbye everyone. Gobi and Argi live in the same street at Oti, Evi and their son Botti, also I their street is Gobis parents Aundorf and Margerate. This is the house where I had the photo of me as a baby running in the backyard. Glad to say that me and mum got to re enact it. Then had to stop at Evi's parents to say hello. Had lunch on the road and the...

End of day 9, 1st of July. What a dump this hotel is. I've been eaten alive by mozzies. It's so hot you have to open the windows just to get the room down to a bearable temperature. No aircon, and no fly screens. f*** me. I must have walked under a ladder in a dream because over the course of the day I have cut my little toe open on a log, and seem to be coming down with a cold. Have to push through for another 3 days. Left the dump and went and saw Eva and Au...

End of day 6, 29th June. Woke up and had the curtersy breakfast provided. Wasn't too bad. We then went for a drive to see Gesce poppers niece Margaret, and her husband Faddy. They were going out so we went for a walk around town, looked around the castle and the town square. Went back to Margarets to have dinner latter on. Also there was there daughter Suzi, and there great grandson Bennet. He is aged about 3 and very cute. Again makes me think of Jack and Ell...

End of day 5. 28th June. Finally woke up after a good nights sleep. Weather was perfect so I went for a bike ride with Suzi and her husband Zoli through the city of Szombathely. We first went around a beautiful lake, and then through the city square, and onto a market so I could get some langos. Was a bit oily but otherwise very similar to mums. Some old lady didn't like that we were speaking English and told me in Hungarian "sonyard pitchard eh" which translate...