I have an amazing sleep apart from waking myself and Simon up with a nightmare. In the dream I am in a dungeon trying to escape being killed by a king and I am lying on a stone plinth. To my left is the small space I crawled through into the dungeon and a shaft of light coming through it, one of the king's knights crawls through to get me and lying on my back I make 'mummy' noises to scare him away. I also try to lift my hands and arms but fail. This would be fine except that I make the noises in reality as well, very loudly and apparently for about a minute, waking up very scared. It feels a little like sleep paralysis, but was probably just because I was half asleep from the twilight cockerels crowing. I wake up later for breakfast at 8:30am and after cheese and eggs, we meet Laszlo who drives us to the outskirts of Odorheiu where we meet Chris, an American who works with the Peace Corps and has set up a community project called 'Kolaka'. Kolaka used to be a fundamental principle in the lives of Hungarians and traditionally meant that the community would rally to get something done for example, building someone a house. The onset of communism stopped this tradition and locals as well as foreigners want to start it again, as corrupt mayors tend to promise everything when running for office and then deliver nothing.

Chris is enthusiastic and points out the playground that we're going to help paint which will serve a block of flats just over the road. We get to work sanding a painting the edges of the playground green in the hot sun and are finished after only an hour or so. The site is very interesting; as well as interested locals genuinely wanting to help build a valuable community space, members of various political parties have also turned up with offers of food. Laszlo thinks that these may be an attempt to hijack the event and have it's positive message rub off on them. However Chris and the leader of the Hungarian Kolaka group force the politicians to wear Kolaka T-shirts which somewhat pisses on their bonfire. It is pretty evident that they never intended to help out as they are dressed far too smartly. One of them even has gold high heels on!

When we are painting a news crew approach me, Kate and Stef and ask if we would like to be on TV talking about the project. Although I don't feel very representative of Kolaka, I step forward and talk about the part that BTCV are playing. Apparently the news clip with be aired on Hungarian national TV. After a great chat with the project leader of Kolaka, a small and smiley Hungarian lady, and a not so great chat with a politician who calls me lazy for being vegetarian, I go and join the others in the shade. After we finish a tad more painting we play on the playground gym equipment and get our photos taken a million times by over-zealous locals.

After lunch as Select, we buy presents for Laszlo at the supermarket as we're not sure what we can get in Meresti. We come away with a card, a box of chocolates, a bottle of the dubiously titled 'Unicum' and the best Hunglish gift bag I have ever seen.

The afternoon was spent basking in the hot sun in the garden, except for Simon going to meet Janus for his massage at 4:30pm. Laszlo has promised us Pizza tonight so we head to Kavehaz where we sit outside, order beers and watch Laszlo's kids run around. He has three boys, two of which are twins aged 3 and the other aged 5 is called Zoltan. He proudly tells us that he helped deliver them all himself which is apparently uncommon in Hungary...or anywhere. Laszlo's kids are so rowdy and he ends up ordering wrong so that there is not enough food for all of us, damn. After this, Laszlo says his goodbyes until Monday, as we are due to visit Sighishoara tomorrow, and we go for a walk around town to taste some Czech beer that tastes like bile and is called something like 'Boozeasaur'. We talk about going to the Jungle Club but our hearts aren't in it so we head home and stoke the fire to sit around it for an hour or so. It gets late and me and Simon put out the fire with what's left of Laszlo's school wine after a good chat about owls.