It's finally sunk in that we are actually taking our bicycles from a small town in the north of England around planet Earth, or has it? Only time will tell.
Since our last blog we have weaved our way around eastern Europe through Germany, Czech Republic, Poland, Slovakia and finally here in Hungary totalling a distance that's just tips over 2000 miles.
Leaving Germany and Klaus' penthouse apartment we set off FTD (fresh to death). With our topographical knowledge of Germany at a minimum we had naively considered The country flat. However the route we decided to take was more up and down than a hookers knickers.
Arriving in Nuremberg we hooked up with Rich Husband (yes that is his name). After what can only be described as a heavy one in Nuremberg, Jamie and Stephen decided to take the advice of one of the locals as to which tube to take home. Being adamant they were on the right train, they were proved wrong when the train ended at the last stop which happened to be Nuremberg airport and at least an hour away from Rich's house. Long after the sun had came up and people were starting their morning commute to work Rich was rudely awakened by two clowns after a failed 6 story key drop by Luke Rock. In response the wrath of Rich Husband was felt which sent Jamie and Stephen skimpering up the stairs like little schoolboys (Sorry Rich!).
Our next destination was the big CZ, home to the nicest beer and girls in the world, ah yeeessss. This brought is to a tour of the Pilsner Urquell brewery where we tried the unpasturised unfiltered version of the beer, ah yeeessss.
Surviving on less than 4 quid a day each we cracked onto Prague where we heard the exquisite 17th century artwork was on exhibition at the citys gallery. Okay that's a lie we spent the next two days either hungover or getting bobaldy (our strange word for drunk) on a bar crawl and then with Louis, Joey and Debs. On this particular occasion the night was made particularly heavier with a £50 cash injection by the legend that is Jonny Blackburn, with strict instructions to spend it only on Jagerbombs. 22 J-Bombs later we had all taken up the trademark Mo Farrah ''Mobot" (see pictures). It was fair to say that none of the locals had a clue what we were doing all night.
Riding hungover on the bike has now become a normality however the sheer mental stress of these ordeals is enough to turn Peter Doherty sober at the thought.
Back on the bike it was about to take a serious turn as we were heading towards Poland to see Aushwitz. For us all it was a real eye opener as too what went on in the second world war and an extremely worthwhile experience and would highly recommend a visit.
We then headed 40 miles east towards another major city being Krakow which was a flying visit however we still managed to see the sites which were extremely nice and get ourselves on a highly unorthodox tram party! When heading out of Krakow over some gruelling climbs we found ourselves indulging in the local cuisine where we were questioned by the waiter for ordering 9 main meals between the 5 of us, the conclusion was the food was in our words 'bouncing'!
With the mercury on the thermometer rising it was time for 'Mission Buda' where we were to meet the boys from back home for a long over due reunion. This brings us to where we are now having landed on our feet once again tapping this blog out in a deluxe apartment slap bang in the centre of Budapest. The ride inbetween traversing through Slovakia can only be described as gruelling, mountainous, sweaty, mosquitoey and smelly. However it's these adversities that make the luxuries most people would consider standard, seem out of this world.
UPDATE (Post Budapest): Whilst we realise that this blog makes the Mission Oz team look like borderline alcoholics we have to admit that Budapest fits into this category. I mean, twelve hyperactive northern monkeys with energy levels that would burn off endless Duracell bunnies can only end one way. However the relaxing Turkish baths were a well appreciated respite with Jamie going that little bit more luxurious with a full body massage enticingly advertised on the leaflet given to us. However the huge smile from cheek to cheek was abruptly wiped off his face when a 6ft 5', 20 stone Turkish giant of a man was the masseuse that was to administer Jamie the full body rub down. The straight face turned to one of pure fright when the giant proceeded to take his top off before he slapped the oil on
Jamie's legs and began to give what felt like a deep tissue sports massage with his spade like hands. Unlucky lad.
With Budapest a well appreciated respite from life on the road and a chance to meet our best mates from home it's now time to leave Hungary and into Romania! AH YEESSSSS
Once again we do our best to thank everyone along the way for there generosity and hospitality so thanks to Rich Husband for allowing us to flood your flat with 5 over excited vagabikers, Rona for the generous contribution in Krakow, John Blackburn for reasons that need no explaining and Brownie's dad (one of the boys) for treating us all to the apartments in Buda, legend.
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