Gerard Storey gets himself out of a sticky situation thanks to a bus ticket
KOMÁROM TO BIATORBÁGY
In the morning I made my way to the dig at Brigetio and found the archaeologists having second breakfasts.
Matyas jumped up and came to greet me.
I wasn’t allowed to take photographs but Matyas took me down through the field and showed me the excavations.
He pointed out the gate and a partially uncovered human skull.
They’d also had many small finds like ceramics and coins.
That night I found a campsite to base myself at.
The next day I cycled into Budapest and got a photograph outside parliament. So far, I’d pedalled 2,296 miles.
The day after, using public transport, I revisited for a bit of sightseeing.
All went well until the time came to return.
I had all the details on my phone to help retrace my steps.
Unfortunately, the battery was spent.
Worse still, I couldn’t remember the name of the town where I’d left my tent and bike.
Working hard to stay calm and think, I eventually got back to the terminus I’d arrived at.
None of the destinations looked familiar. Wee panic.
I discovered the name of a bus stop on my ticket.
Finally, a name on a bus I recognised, showed the driver my ticket, thankfully, he was going there.
NAGYKANIZSA TO GOLA, CROATIA
The border was resurfacing.
Chancing it, closed for
I approached but found the way barred by two policemen.
Despite my saddest look and pleas, I was told, in no uncertain terms, to turn around.
The next crossing was a mere 54 miles away. Nothing for it but to get on with it.
To make my happiness complete, it started to rain.
Late in the afternoon, a man stopped in front of me on a hill and got out of his car.
The man called to me as I was pulling out to pass: “No, no you must stop,” so I did.
“I have seen you on TV,” he said.
Apparently, I’d been on some sort of news/magazine programme.
Where they got the footage from I don’t know, but I often saw people fiddling with their mobile phones as I passed.
“I must give you this,” he said, as he produced an enormous jar of home-made apricot jam from behind his back.
He excitedly shook my hand. I thanked him graciously and we parted company. Dear readers, I am a star. Completely done in, crossed into Croatia.
INext week: A Croatian welcome, a rousing cheer and a reunion
Gerard outside the parliament building in Budapest
A jar of home-made apricot jam, a gift from a well-wisher