Romania to Hungary
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
Slovakia to Czechia
Czechia to Germany
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 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!