Romania to Hungary
Our last stop in Romania was Timisoara, ironically where I had began my last Romanian trip, and the weather was scorching. The heat continued until we got to Germany, which meant we had to plan when we would drive to avid the hottest times of the day.
Crossing the Hungarian border I took the non toll roads and was taken over a country border crossing where my passport was checked etc. but very informally and with a big wave as I left, which surprised me considering the Hungarian borders are officially closed. Dennis on the other hand took toll roads and crossed on a motorway where he was waved through without any checks, but was advised to buy a vignette- which I had no idea about.
We met up when our roads united somewhere in the middle and decided to head to a spot at the Danube, with a nice view and where Gimli could cool off.
We ended up having the most amazing and cheap Hungarian goulash and stew at the restaurant beside our park up, before getting absolutely attacked by the river mozzies. The heat was so intense that we found ourselves drinking cold beers in our underwear, true hobo style. The next day we planned to set off early to drive to the most famous lake in Hungary- Balaton. We drove a couple of hours in the morning, stayed at the lake a few hours to cool off and let Gimli swim in the dog lake, and then continued on to the town of Gyor, by the Slovakian border.
Crossing the Hungarian border I took the non toll roads and was taken over a country border crossing where my passport was checked etc. but very informally and with a big wave as I left, which surprised me considering the Hungarian borders are officially closed. Dennis on the other hand took toll roads and crossed on a motorway where he was waved through without any checks, but was advised to buy a vignette- which I had no idea about.
We met up when our roads united somewhere in the middle and decided to head to a spot at the Danube, with a nice view and where Gimli could cool off.
We ended up having the most amazing and cheap Hungarian goulash and stew at the restaurant beside our park up, before getting absolutely attacked by the river mozzies. The heat was so intense that we found ourselves drinking cold beers in our underwear, true hobo style. The next day we planned to set off early to drive to the most famous lake in Hungary- Balaton. We drove a couple of hours in the morning, stayed at the lake a few hours to cool off and let Gimli swim in the dog lake, and then continued on to the town of Gyor, by the Slovakian border.
Hungary to Slovakia
This was the day when we would have our morning in Gyor -Hungary, our afternoon in Bratislava- Slovakia and our evening near Brno- Czechia. There was no one at the border of Hungary and Slovakia apart from a vignette office which forced you to pay 10 euro for a vignette to drive on their motorways, despite us opting to cross the non toll roads which they had blocked off... Nice one Slovakia! We continued on and i was relieved to have left Hungary without having had a vignette and driving on the motorways. We spent the afternoon in hot Bratislava parked by the Danube yet again, but this time there were many people around enjoying the sun and eating on river boat restaurants. We walked for a few hours around the old town and hill top church admiring the Blue Church and old town square, before making our way towards Czech. We were definitely starting to notice the price increase now that we were in euro land again.
Slovakia to Czechia
oWe continued on to cross the Czech border, which again was just a normal road with no controls. We arrived absolutely exhausted to a lake area which had a blaring loud outdoor movie playing. If we understood Czech and were in the mood, this would have been an epic place to watch an outdoor movie, but not at midnight after a long day of driving. I was lulled to sleep that night by what sounded like a war time action movie. The next day was much more enjoyable after a nights sleep and a walk in the forest with Gimli, we decided to take a dip in the lake. The whole area was relatively new and had picnic tables, outdoor gym equipment, kids playing areas and a bar, all for free- we were very impressed. Cooling off in the lake was the best way to start the day. Today we would drive over yet another border and at least then, one of us would be home!
Czechia to Germany
Arriving in Germany late that evening, again there was no sign of a border. We drove to our park up, just at the border, which was not accessible so we ended up at the town car park overlooking the hills, it was rather beautiful and much cooler than the days before, thankfully! We planned to drive to Dennis home city of Munich where we would spend a few days exploring, before I set off on the last leg of the journey to France. I arrived in Munich, hot, sweaty and absolutely livid from the German city traffic, which always knows how to get under my skin. After a quick trip to the dog park nearby, Dennis took me to his favourite Bavarian restaurant nearby where we had local food and beer- just delicious!
The next days were spent in the city exploring the whole place by motorbike including the Glockenspiel, English Gardens, Michael Jackson Memorial, the location of the famous Oktoberfest and much much more. Did you know there is a river you can surf on, in Munich? Now that was super impressive! We ate more Bavarian food, drank Bavarian beer and ended one evening caught in a heavy storm, carrying two pizzas on my head on the motorbike. What an adventure! We spent our last evening at Dennis apartment trying more delicious Bavarian beers and eating a traditional dinner, and for someone who loves food, this was the dream! Sadly the next day we would say see you soon, after traveling together for 8 months, as I made my way to France. It was bittersweet, because we knew that our two vans would never see each other again and they were such an iconic pair. I was heading home to my new campervan and would be back in a few weeks.
The next days were spent in the city exploring the whole place by motorbike including the Glockenspiel, English Gardens, Michael Jackson Memorial, the location of the famous Oktoberfest and much much more. Did you know there is a river you can surf on, in Munich? Now that was super impressive! We ate more Bavarian food, drank Bavarian beer and ended one evening caught in a heavy storm, carrying two pizzas on my head on the motorbike. What an adventure! We spent our last evening at Dennis apartment trying more delicious Bavarian beers and eating a traditional dinner, and for someone who loves food, this was the dream! Sadly the next day we would say see you soon, after traveling together for 8 months, as I made my way to France. It was bittersweet, because we knew that our two vans would never see each other again and they were such an iconic pair. I was heading home to my new campervan and would be back in a few weeks.
Germany to France
I left Munich about midday and headed to the city of Augsburg to drop off the boat I had been transporting on my roof since Greece. Afterwards, I continued on for a long while until I reached the French border- my last one before home. I just wanted to cross over so I could finally relax and despite needing a PCR, there was nothing going on at the 'border', I was beginning to think all this official stuff was a hoax. In Romania, I had myself all stressed out worrying about what the rules were for each border- I guess that's what happens when you travel with a German eh? Up until now I didn't care, and I didn't need to care now considering the whole transit had been easy as pie. I stayed at a lovely French Aire 'free camping area', just over the border which i stumbled upon, on a road sign. After a great night sleep, I drove for abut five hours until I was close to Paris, where I stayed at a small hidden park up away from the highway. The following day I continued on to Cherbourg, my final destination, where I could finally relax and get organised. While here, I would need to get a PCR test (free in France, thankfully) and a tapeworm treatment for Gimli to enter Ireland.
I had this all organised in advance and getting it done was very straight forward. It was so nice to be back at the seaside where Gimli could run free again, and I was pleasantly surprised at hoe much parking there was in the town of Cherbourg. I spent two nights at the harbour and one night out of the town at a peaceful beach awaiting the ferry. This would be the last night we slept in Maggie, and although I knew it, Gimli was unaware that very soon we would have a new home on wheels and a whole new adventure awaiting!
I had this all organised in advance and getting it done was very straight forward. It was so nice to be back at the seaside where Gimli could run free again, and I was pleasantly surprised at hoe much parking there was in the town of Cherbourg. I spent two nights at the harbour and one night out of the town at a peaceful beach awaiting the ferry. This would be the last night we slept in Maggie, and although I knew it, Gimli was unaware that very soon we would have a new home on wheels and a whole new adventure awaiting!