Day seven - 08 August 2009 to Budapest

John nursing his sore leg with a large beer

A driving day to the Budapest campsite: we get a free beer each on arrival, and I drink a few more and then go to bed. It is Belgian Sam’s birthday, and there is a party at the bottom bar of the campsite. I can hear repeating renditions of House of the Rising Sun with JC, our driver, leading with the mandolin. At about 4 am I am awoken by a 5 minute chorus of farts from a neighbouring tent, followed by another chorus of House of the Rising Sun.

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