We were keen to get away at a reasonable time as the Race was to begin at 3.10pm. But we knew the crowd would be big. The girls had organised to do some more legs of the Hop on Hop off bus, and also visit Margaret's Island. They have been enjoying their stay immensely, catching up on all the beautiful attractions and also had the best ice cream they have ever tasted. It had pumpkin seeds in it…..can't imagine how that tasted good!!

Brian and I had made our way to the Bus pick up point again, and honestly the queue went forever, and people were flowing in at a rate of knots. The Regional Station opposite was the same. For a change though, the buses moved quite quickly, and they obviously had put more buses on. We were still in the queue for about an hour, but it only took us about 1.30 to get to the track.

Once at the track though, it was a different story, shoulder to shoulder with people. Our seats were 180 degrees from Gate 3, a very long walk, and today made very difficult by the fact there were so many people. The organisers had even made one area "One way" so we had to take a goat track around the back of the track to get to our seats. Lining up for food, toilets etc was a nightmare.

Once in our seats though, everything was good. The atmosphere was electric, and the race was very close. Hamilton won the race. We were on the corner to see him pass Verstappen two laps from the end. Poor Ricciardo finished way down the list. His car is doing him no favours. Hopefully over time they will get his car right. The experience though was great.

Due to the size of the crowd, we knew we would have difficulties getting back home, but even we did no foresee how bad things were. Trying to get from our seats to the bus pick up area was nearly impossible, Brian and I eventually took the back way and bypassed as much of the queue as possible. When we arrived at the Bus queue it was very long, the longest it had been all weekend. A good 8 or 9 hundred meters. We queued up, but we simply did not move. We stood for about an hour, chatting to people in front and behind us. The couple in front had been to the Hungorring 4 times, but this is the worst organised day they had ever witnessed. People were getting angry and frustrated. Eventually one of the organisers came down along the line to tell people they should walk 1.6kms to the train station as the buses could not get to the Hungorring because the streets outside of the Hungorring were gridlocked.

The English lady in front went up to the road and signaled if the train was going to be the better option. We made our way to the train station. The roads were indeed gridlocked, and we were walking much faster than the traffic was moving. We arrived at the train station and of course there was another queue. We waited and waited for the train. They had one guy selling train tickets, and he was working harder than a one-armed bricklayer in Syria. The crowd continued to build up, but we were included into the first group to catch the train. Our luck was in. The train was supposed to be 20 minutes. But it was more like 45 minutes. We heard a young lady standing behind us saying to her husband she was not feeling very well at all, but she was afraid of missing the train because she would have to wrestle with three very large guys standing behind her. I turned around and said not to worry, as I know a good bouncer and we will look after you. The Rattler finally arrived already three quarters full as it picked up grand prix passengers from an earlier station. Sure, enough these 3 guys tried to push in. The bouncer and I sorted out the issue (actually it was the bouncer who sorted the issue out, and I stood behind him just in case I needed to push him in closer to the action) and we got the lady on first, and she was very grateful.

In true Hungarian style, the organisation was woeful. The Rattler was a normal suburban train running on a normal suburban timetable. Not a GP express like they have in Melbourne. So here we are, packed in like Sardines, stopping at every one of the 20 stations on the route. You can imagine how long the trip took. Everyone was opening windows because it was so stuffy. But Brian and I thanked our lucky stars, because as we went up the line, there were many GP patrons waiting at stations to get on the train but couldn't because it was full. (though the train still stopped there, and opened the doors just to annoy the hell out of them)

We finally arrived back at our apartment 4 Hours after we set off from the Hungorring. The girls had given up and were walking out to get some takeaway because most of the restaurants do not take orders after 9pm. As it turned out, we found this great little Mexican place nearby and we had a great meal.

We did not have a lot of time to spare as we had to get back to the apartment and get organised to fly out to Paris via Milan tomorrow. Then we would make our way up to the Karma resort in Normandy. The girls had confirmed all the flights, and we booked a Taxi for 3.15 am.