It was a little wet this morning but not too bad. We did take
a little top soil from camp with us in our tread. A drive down
through Slovakia to the Hungarian border. The houses in the small villages are all neat and cared for. Only occasional we see an un-cared-for, and these are normal completely unloved and un-lived-in. All the small towns have at least one stork nest on a special platform above the power poles.
Crossed into Hungary near Satoraljaujhely. And found a dirt road, which we duly followed up the valley and through forests finally finding a little camp with some internet. John misjudge a tree and broke the glass in the right hand side mirror. It stayed in situ but reflections were a bit crazy.