Viszontlátásra

A strong feeling of nostalgia welled up inside me as I peddled over "the white bridge" after having said my final goodbyes to Kalman and Kata. My mind wound back about 3 years to this very same moment as I left Budapest to discover Central Europe, also by bicycle. Since then a lot of water has past under that bridge, Budapest now feels like a second (or third) home after the wonderful half year I spent there. My mind is in another place, filled with past event, as I'm passed by a solitary cyclist, not long after we both stop wondering if we should go left or right, she asks where I'm going. We proceed together for 20 mins before saying our goodbyes. I realise that this short interaction was just what I needed to bring my thoughts back to the epic journey ahead.

I cross the Danube again, finally leaving Budapest's city limit. I'm free and I'm finally on the road... Life is good!