Off to the high Tatra

[Slammer]

Company bean counters sent a horse head with the message that I need to get shut of overtime hours by taking a vacation.
So I have a week all by my onesies to do whatever I think fit.
The Tatras have been on my list for a while, so I loaded up the „11“ with tent etc. And set off this.. I want to say morning“ Afternoon.
Onto the A98, past Munich, on to the A8 and in a traffic jam...

„Traffic Jam, Traffic Jam, Traffic all the way.... Oh what fun it is to ride the A8 motorway! Hey!“
Past Salzburg and I am now a hundred km short of Vienna.
Found a hotel for 40€ a night, stripped off, underpants making a Velcro sound, crunchy socks and a t shirt that set off the smoke alarm, but now, showered, fed and beered, I am almost human again.
Another 500-odd clicks to the Tatras.

 

[Obo]

1100 reasons to go and no reasons not to!

Looks like a great time. Enjoy!

 

[Upt' North]

You be careful fella, there's bears and big pussies in them there hills.
And give them pants a rinse, .
Upt'North.

 

[SMSW]

...crunchy socks....

Sounds like teenaged athletes who are afraid to wash their winning socks lest the luck be carried away with the rinse water.

 

[Slammer]

After having a night of sleepy time and some navel checking I am almost two hundred km short of my goal for yesterday making the Tatras still 700-odd km to go. However lake Balaton in Hungary is within a day of riding.
the Balaton it is. Especially as my dicky knee started to bitch.

 

[Slammer]

My eyeballs are sweating, 39 degrees and me in full mufti.
But at least I am in Hungary. Just got some water and a motorway vignette from a petroleum station which boasts: food, fuel, quick sex, dentistry and plastic surgery.

 

[Slammer]

Had a „Huston, we have a Problem“ Moment when I scratched my nose and the loop of my glove clipped into the clasp of my Kutte. Had to clutch in with my face to the key to stop and untangle myself.

 

[Slammer]

Jeez, what a long boring ride over a flat, boring, hot and boring landscape. I already know that I do not have to do this again.
Half an hour ago I passed a sign saying 76km, now I just passed one saying 74 km, time seems to be stretching.

 

[Slammer]

Have you ever cracked one out from between sweaty ass cheeks and it was not able to escape and for a few seconds you float on a cushion of air thinking you have crapped yourself?
getting to the point where I can not ride another kilometer. Six and a half hours for 360km and another 40 to go.

 

[Slammer]

Arrived at last.

 

[rwthomas1]

As much as I enjoy PopPop's travel documentaries, yours take the trophy. Hilarious. And it doesn't hurt that your pic makes you look like a retired roadie from a death metal band. And I mean that as a compliment as I now have coffee I spat out from laughing all over my shirt and keyboard.

 

[Slammer]

Feeling halfway human again. Almost.
There was a little supernatural incident though. Seems I got myself a gipsy curse.
I made the mistake of stopping at a Rest with some stalls selling all sorts of tourist tat.
Almost the instant the pistons stopped pistoning I was surrounded by five persons trying to sell me stuff, best one was four rattan chairs and a table. I’m like: „Dude, I’m on a motorbike!“ It did not seem to register, so I fired up the ST and rode another ten , fifteen meters. One of the women gave me the evil eye with mysterious Fingerspiel and magic intonations.
Little did she know, Slammer had been there, done that.
I made as if Dredging something slimy out of my eye and rolled into a ball like one would do with nose pick. Then I blew it at her while giving my best BWHAAAAa! Laugh.
Did not expect them to skedaddle like they did.
Anyway being fed at the campsite restaurant now and two beers in.

At the lovely Balaton

 

[Upt' North]

Feeling halfway human again. Almost.
There was a little supernatural incident though. Seems I got myself a gipsy curse.
I made the mistake of stopping at a Rest with some stalls selling all sorts of tourist tat.
Almost the instant the pistons stopped pistoning I was surrounded by five persons trying to sell me stuff, best one was four rattan chairs and a table. I’m like: „Dude, I’m on a motorbike!“ It did not seem to register, so I fired up the ST and rode another ten , fifteen meters. One of the women gave me the evil eye with mysterious Fingerspiel and magic intonations.
Little did she know, Slammer had been there, done that.
I made as if Dredging something slimy out of my eye and rolled into a ball like one would do with nose pick. Then I blew it at her while giving my best BWHAAAAa! Laugh.
Did not expect them to skedaddle like they did.
Anyway being fed at the campsite restaurant now and two beers in.

At the lovely Balaton

Looks blummin lovely, in a flat lake sort of way. But thinking about it.......I think they're all flat'ish.
Keep your curses to yourself.
Upt'North.

 

[Slammer]

Looks blummin lovely, in a flat lake sort of way. But thinking about it.......I think they're all flat'ish.
Keep your curses to yourself.
Upt'North.

It’s only three meters regular and 15 at the deepest point. Don’t know how deep the mud is though.

 

[Upt' North]

It’s only three meters regular and 15 at the deepest point. Don’t know how deep the mud is though.

Have you got your flippers with ya.

 

[Slammer]

Dreamy

 

[Slammer]

N

Have you got your flippers with ya.

Nope, got the goggles though, totally useless as you can’t see your fingers infringe of your face.

 

[Slammer]

I think that Balaton is the Hungarian word for „great mosquito lake“ these buggers are everywhere. Two days ago I bought me a big bottle of repellant and forgot it at home, it’s on the cupboard.

 

[Peppermint]

I think that Balaton is the Hungarian word for „great mosquito lake“ these buggers are everywhere

If they're anything like our Canadian mosquitoes, they have landing gear...and little tiny sirens on their wings that scream when they dive in for the kill!
Be afraid. Be very afraid.

 

[Slammer]

Actu

If they're anything like our Canadian mosquitoes, they have landing gear...and little tiny sirens on their wings that scream when they dive in for the kill!
Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I hear that you take out Canadian mossies with a shotgun.
Actually, I hear the whine of a mosquito as a little high pitched WEEEEEEE of joy, and now you do too.
I am one of these strange persons who takes a UV torch to a hotel room just to look at the places the cleaning person missed.
You don’t want to do this if you have a weak stomach.
Just now I went for a walk and Switched it on, not only does it have a UV lamp it has a high powered LED beam, one that must be to bugs like the shout of free beer is to me.
I switche it off very quickly.