Day 4
We are in Croatia, after hoping through Slovenia, having had a good night sleep in Hungary, and crossing Austria. In reverse order!
Did I miss a country? Possibly. It is brain gym to switch language (even if I don't speak any of these), and road markings so often and so fast.
Here is a bit more of Slovakia. It felt good. Accessible. Do you see what I mean?
I kept learning new words! Here are the first entries in my dictionary :)
Pekárěn must mean bakery. And I don't know how to pronounce it. I'll learn that later.
The bit of Austria we went through was windy, and by the look of the numerous wind turbines, wind is a feature of the place. We found a nice spot for lunch, in between a fenced off lake and fields of onions. No crying involved.
My old van felt like a stain in this orderly country.
We moved on into Hungary and instantly felt more attuned to the country. Intuition speaks. Let's hear it without attempting to rationalise!
We stopped for the night in a nice and simple camping place close to a lake. The minder was speaking German and asked me from where in France I was coming from. In return I got him to pronounce the name of the village: Hegyhátszentjakab. Then he explained it: the mountain of Saint Jacob – Hegyhát-szent-jakab.
We left the camping place around midday, and I almost created a diplomatic incident in Slovenia by failing to actually stop the car in front of a stop sign, in what was the only minded Schengen border crossing so far, by a police officer who made a sign to stop from within a dark cubicle. Fudge!
We're now in Croatia, in what must have been a mining town.
This trip also reminds us of not so old European history...
