Day Three, 90km
Suz had been worried about rain but in the end, it was only ever overnight.
A long a small diversion of the Danube in Estergorm, a line of very massive plain trees. After a stop at a small country supermarket for some supplies, a flat;
We stayed on some southern side until we came across a ferry crossing at Visegrad. Note that it is just a barge open both ends pushed around by a small tug.
Unfortunately, the cycleway route was not always clear even when we got close to Budapest. We crossed the massive 7 year old Mergyeri bridge and that is where the obvious cycleway finished. Suz, unfortunately, managed to stack it on the outskirts along an old train line bridge that had been partially rehabilitated for road users. She cut her chin badly. We arrived at the hotel after riding for quite some time along the riverbank which was lined with resturants, cafes and camping places. It felt a little like Rottnest. We washed out Suz's cut with bar fridge Vodka and headed out to a place we had passed in getting to our accommodation. They are called 'ruins' because they are temporary wooden structures built in lots that are forgotten by builders. Cheap food and drink, books in Hungarian, dogs, people playing guitars, quite feral and we ate there every evening until we left.
At least half the trip was on gravel tracks which ranged from as good as good bitumen (rare) to almost boggy (not so rare). I understand more than ever, why people use moutain bikes for touring - we had been passed halfway to Bratislava by a group of 5 on hardtail 29ers.