We were up quite early for breakfast, as Brian and I had decided we would leave much earlier to get to the track. The girls had already organised their day to do a walking tour and a boat tour. The metro is very nice, clean and modern, except for one thing, the ticketing system. Brian and I have been buying our tickets not knowing really how it all worked, and for some reason they were written in Hungarian, so you could not read any instructions. On this day, there was a man standing at the machine where you insert the tickets to validate them. Happily, he explained the process to us, and in a very wry sense of humor explained that the machines we "Hi Tech" and made by their friends from across the border in Italy. They are Ferrari's and should be painted Red. He inserted the ticket, and it clipped a chunk out of the end of it. The light when green, and that was it. It did not open gates or anything, just replaced the man who used to clip the tickets. Once you got past the ticketing machine, you then entered the station where you took an escalator to the lowest level to catch the train. The escalator was the longest and steepest escalator I have ever seen. Much larger than the one at KL airport, and much steeper. It is quite funny, when you looked across at the other escalator going the other way, it would look like people were leaning forward with their noses touching the floor, in much the same way as you see the snow skiers lean forward when they jump of the high jumps in the winter Olympics. If they are going down, they all look like they are leaning backwards. An optical illusion.

Brian and I finally reached our destination, at the end of the metro, and made our way to the bus pick up point. We just shook our head; the line went for miles. We again had intended seeing P3 and the qualifying race, but P3 might be finished by the time we get there. Equally, across the other side of the road, there is the Regional Train, where you could also catch the "rattler". That too was packed to the eyeballs, and only one ticket office open to sell the train tickets. The only consolation for us, is they actually had somebody organising the queue so the entry to the bus was much more orderly. I did not need Brian the bouncer to look after me.

I met some Polish and Austrian guys in the bus, they had brought their own roadies so were having a good time skylarking around and singing. I was chatting to the a very tall Polish chap for a while, he could speak great English.

It took about an hour and a bit to get to the grounds once we joined the queue, we got to see P3 and the qualifying. Poor Daniel Ricciardo qualified 18th. ☹ It was not a good day. Once Qualifying had finished, we again bolted for gate 3 to get the bus. We did not get far. The crowd was so big, we couldn't really move at all. The organisers do not separate the lane to two ways, so you have people wanting to move in both directions and they are fighting each other, so they go nowhere. People had lost patience and were climbing up on the banks which were covered in shade cloth to protect them. The shade cloth was getting very badly damaged, and people were slipping over in the mud from the rain the previous night. Total shambles. Eventually it took us 40 minutes to get to the bus line, which by now had grown to about 500 metres long, but about 4 people wide.

The wait for the bus took forever, as the traffic on the outside of Hungorring was much heavier than the day before so they were having difficulty in getting in.

Once at the bus, it was much better organised than they day before, but again my little mate had to chuck a couple of guys off so we could close the bus door. Like all the other times we couldn't get a seat and we were packed like sardines.

Today the organisers had police on the roads to wave the buses through, so the trip back was much better that they had been. We got back to the Budapest metro station quite late, and we were very tired. As we were about to leave the station, a couple of ticket inspectors came across to check our tickets. Then in Hungarian he "fell out of his tree". The tickets we were using were only one way. Even though we validated them, the machines will not reject them if they have been used. The Inspector went to great lengths in his broken English to tell us you could validate them many times, but you can only use them once! We both got a penalty equivalent to $40 Australian Dollars. (8000 HUF). That really made our day. We went home, and Brian cooked fettucine for tea.