TET HUNGARY 2019-Day 01-Part 02

“HERE WE GO!”
Part 02

Day 01 – Part 2 of 2: The ride report about the journey to the Hungarian Trans-Euro-Trail continues. I went with my black beauty on along the calm hills and flat plains of southern Slovakia and northern Hungary to the far most eastern point of Hungary.

With that picture below the first part of this day ride report ended. If you haven’t a closer look to it already, it would be a good moment to start first with: Part One before continuing.

Чернотa and I have been braaping along the southern edge of Slovakia. The colour of the fields often changed from a dry summer green, …

to …

a soft brown, depending on what was planted on this huge fields.

Standing at the traffic light and waiting, I recognized the little wooden chapel straight ahead. After a …

last boarder crossing, the ride continued for the rest of the day in Hungary. We have seen …

an obviously awry clock tower,

huge meadows with cows, …

a scrapyard with a few wrecks of UAZ Buchankas. These classy designed eastern made cars and lorries are the typical set of wheels in the former Soviet countries, or countries like Hungary which have been associated with the C.S.S.R.

In the early afternoon we streaked the city Salgotarjan. In the area where we rode through it, it looked like a succeeded modernization of a city, which can’t hide its eastern roots. Short after the city …

I had to do a bit of backtracking, because the planned trail was ending in a dead end at a farmers house. I made a U-turn and stopped in the shady woods for a brake. Just at the moment when …

I brewed some mocca-coffee with my alcohol stove on this tree stump, …

this guy came up the track and stopped at me. He was drunk like a fish and started to slur something to me which a can’t understand. Everyone who knows how strange the Hungarian language sounds, can probably imagine how much I understood of his drunken prattling. A few obviously unkind sentences later, he tried to put an arm around my shoulder! Now it was enough!

I seized his arm and pushed him gently, but still certain, away from me. For showing that I ment it serious, I gave him with my best Austrian vocabulary to understand, that he should get the fuck off of me! Obviously he wasn’t expecting this reaction and looked a few seconds baffled at me. When he started to look in a scheming way at Чернотa I showed him with clear hand signs that he should not joke with me now.

After another few constricting seconds he threw a few loud and opaque words after me, and went on, fighting heavily drunk up that hill, in the need of the whole width of the gravel track. I looked at the man till he was around the corner and was just shaking my head.

In the meanwhile the coffee was ready. Now I had two cereal bars for lunch and enjoyed the fresh and cool forest air, while nipping on the coffee cup.

There was plenty of time left, so the ride continued. The next stop was here at this cemetery. No, I don’t want to visit the peaceful resting ones. Probably I will have enough time for that when my time has come some day.
The reason therefor is very simple: Cemeteries and churches are often a good place to get fresh drinking water without the search for a grocery store. The further we rode east …

the more remote …

the landscape got.

The picture didn’t look as spectacular as the ride up that short little steep hill was: The surface of this mud track was hard packed, but very smarmy. After fighting up that hill, just a few meters before reaching the top of that slope, Чернотa and I came a bit to far right and get caught by the rut. I had to throw my black lady into the soil wall aside. While doing this I jumped off to the left, slipped out and fall down on my ass. Luckily nobody was looking! Looool! ^_^

The last little distance up to the hilltop I push-walked the bike. It was easier to push it up, than to turn around for a new try, on that slippery surface. We went on.

Because this two big steaks on four feed successfully fled from us, …

it was time to get some supplies for the evening at a small supermarket in the city Szerencs, which we rode through. Within this village, …

we have also seen a huge abandoned factory (just look at the grown trees on top of the roof), …

a very modern looking church, and this …

huge city-gate-monument.

My black beauty followed the planned route, which led us to the top of one of the highest hills in that area which is called Kopasz Hegy. Besides a huge TV antenna on top, …

the view over Hungarys flat lands was a bit misty but still great. Some …

paragliders used the good weather conditions to start from the top of the hill. It was very interesting watching them doing their cool stuff.

Kopasz Hegy is also a little skiing area. Tiny compared to the huge skiing facilities in the alps which we have already seen, but surely a huge fun factor for the flat land locals in snowy winter times. ^-^

Now it was late afternoon. We rode the hill down again, went on through some wine yards, and …

inspected a few other very common …

eastern built things.

Now we’ve been in far eastern Hungary. Here such water towers are also common things which stand out from the surrounding flatness.

Near the village Mateszalka, within …

an harvested field, we found our place for this nights bivak. The tent was set up quickly. This evenings …

dinner was a combination of Hungarian Soft Cheese, Hungarian Salami, Hungarian Ham, a red pepper and a can of local liquid gold. Cheers! 😛

With the beer in my hand I watched the sun slowly sinking down behind the high grown corn. When it got dark, …

it was time to call this day of adventure-riding a good one –> Time to kip.

Total covered distance this day: 640 km or 400 mi