Day 218 - Bedeuiua through
Mukacheve to Kisvarda - Sun 29 Sept
Must be Sunday, church day, village after village with crowds of soberly dressed old men on corners, some leaning on canes, whilst women in head scarves or lacy mantillas and thick black stockings chat together near the churches. Had to slow down through Dunkovytsia as they wandered home like cows all over the road.
Must be Sunday, church day, village after village with crowds of soberly dressed old men on corners, some leaning on canes, whilst women in head scarves or lacy mantillas and thick black stockings chat together near the churches. Had to slow down through Dunkovytsia as they wandered home like cows all over the road.
Shower door has been a problem all morning - will not stay latched. Chocked it closed with water barrel and folded chairs in their bags on floor, but will have to find a permanent solution (each one we've discussed to date may split thin inset or have a back protrusion which will prevent inset from closing. Russet Pheasant fluttered low across road in front of traffic. After visiting friends in last few weeks, Miles has theory that these half-finished houses are money laundering operation for Russian Mafia! Stopped for fuel and water in Mukacheve, then north of the town in a field beside autumn trees for a lunch of salmon and cream cheese wraps, followed by crisp new season Hungarian apples. Used midday sunshine to progress drying of clothes...
Ensured paperwork all together for upcoming border crossing, including travel insurance document. Taped photocopy of missing numberplate to the inside wall of back box (good thing we had put one in before Oz departure!) Approached Chop/border mid afternoon – whole procedure took 3 hours, but actual processing was only half hour. The rest was in barrier holdups especially a tedious crawl along a narrow bridge. We had a brief respite from the boredom when a man came up alongside vehicle playing piano accordion (for 50 griven!). It’s been faster in places where we were treated as a car, not a bus or truck. It was interesting to have passports stamped on back page entering Europe - first time visa into a country was not required. Customs was only interested in cigarettes and alcohol rather than if we were carrying people. Finally crossed into town of Zahony, in the Northern Great Plain region of eastern Hungary, European Union by 6pm.
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