02.06.2017 - 04.07.2017
Well apart from driving into the wrong campsite and not being able to get out again due to a couple of Serbian cars driving into each other, the shortish trip away from the hot city to the cool lakes was uneventful.
Our host, Branko, was very affable and speaks perfect English as he had worked in the US, the campsite is a new venture in his home town. We also met a 64 cyclist, Marc, a French man who was on was doing a 2050km round trip using European green routes, this was his second year in a row down this way! These days he said he got tired around the 65km mark on his big steel touring bike fully loaded! He spoke good English and lots of it as, I guess he doesn't talk to many people on his way round. We had beers at the campsite office and did the washing and Branko offered to take out in his car to see the other lakes the next day.
His little drive round turned into a Jeep Safari, to the other local lakes still under construction from dredging and along the D T D, the Danube to Danube canal, which has no roads. He's the sort of chap that tells funny fibs and the first couple of times it makes you think and then you just don't believe him at all. It was great that he spent some time with us and Marc and chose to share lunch with us at the fish restaurant, he couldn't translate the type of fish, it didn't matter, it was gorgeous!
We had to go back via the canal so that Branko could collect some more rocks for his flowerbeds on the site! He does a little bit of rock relocation at a time in case the canal builders notice!
We chilled the next day, did some cleaning and made ready for the trip back to Hungary via Romania. Our plans were going well until we were invited to meet the local TV people, no camera involved, but our host was using us to show off his new camp. His dad served us local pear brandy, with or without green walnut spirit and Branko tried Jacqui's electric bike, normal sort of evening really.
This had been one of the most welcoming sites we had been to and we renamed it Serbian Pedro's and we could have stayed longer, but onward and upward.