Well Gordon had wanted a break and Lake Balaton certainly fitted the bill. We found a lovely quiet campsite on the north side of the lake. So quiet we got a spot right by the lake itself with an unbroken view of the turquise water. Well, unbroken apart from the few obsessional fishermen who seemed to spend 24 hours a day catching huge fish avery half hour or so. They must have been selling them as no one family could get through all those fish! Fishing is for the...

So we've now decended from the High Tatras and have wound our way South to the next country en route...Hungary. Our first stop was the capital Budapest, one we've both been keen to visit.Arrival as ever was interesting, with a couple of detours from the rather complicated ring road system delaying our arrival at the campsite by an hour or three. Not to mention driving 50 km in the wrong direction before we reached the city when M fell asleep at the map an...