A quick update...

We are in Tata, Hungary and we are hungary all the time because we keep saying 'hungary'! The food here, from what we have experienced, is amazing. I know, we're always talking about the food, but seriously, it's so good.

We still have a hard time ordering or buying regular water...usually we get mineral water which has bubbles and as you can imagine, the bubbles tend to become somewhat explosive in water bottles and plastic bladders after a few kms of bumpy travel. If you're not paying attention, the water sprays into your mouth from the pressure build-up, causing a few choking fits here and there.

In two days, we plan to cycle into Budapest, which we anticipate to be our halfway point - more champagne will be had! Incidentally, we are just over our 2ooo km mark.

Riding out of Vienna the other day, we initiated Cindy with an impromptu nudist colony! It didn't exactly 'warn' us about this. One minute we're riding (at 9am!) down a nice flat paved path along the Danou, the next, David's telling us his scrambled eggs were threatening to come up and Cindy was quite happily taking not-so-inconspicuous photos of really leathery, wrinkled flab. I mean, let's face it - it's not like the good-looking, FIRM people are in abundance at a nude beach...

Which brings me to my next subject - the Speedo. Europe is full of the teeniest swaths of fabric just barely covering the male genitalia. If you're really lucky, a male might opt completely out of the Swimming Speedo and just parade around the campsite in his tight, see-through whities, as we were excited to see a few weeks ago. As it happens, some hotel pools ONLY accept the Speedo, as we found in our Paris hotel...Walter was actually kicked out of the pool for wearing baggy shorts. He had to go downstairs to the sport store attached to the hotel and purchase a skimpy banana hammock before they would allow him back in...? We don't let him wear it anywhere else, even though he tries to ride in it every now and again.