Baptism In Budapest.

BUDAPEST.

Still no improvement in the weather, this morning. We struggle to fill the water because the tap is too wide for our adaptors. An additional one is added to the shopping list at Obi, the local equivalent of B&Q. We also pick up a space heater for £22. The van is as warm as toast later in the evening.

We finish the perimeter of the lake and end up back at the motorway junction we joined on Friday. 2 hour journey to Budapest. Find the site easily but upset the groundsman twice. First, by missing the turn into the parking area and secondly, by trying to park where he is watering the grass. Much waving of arms and rolling of eyes to the heavens. Except, there is someone parked where I tried to settle. He is still there when we return 4 hours later, so I have little sympathy with the groundsman.

About to leave for the city when we meet a guy coming out of the gents. He hears our English and strikes up a conversation. He's from Gerrard's Cross and has married a Hungarian. He invites us to a christening insisting that we have a local fire water and cake. He is trying to find out the tram stop we need from his relatives but keeps losing the thread. We suspect the fire water has taken effect. He introduces us to his brother in law who is Mongolian. He also used to date a woman from Murcia. It really is surreal.

It's a choice of tram or metro except that the metro is closed at weekends as part of renovation works. The good news is that Paul gets free travel as an old g*t. Rosie has to pay £1. Five stops takes to the Easter, or politically correct Spring, Festival. Similar to the Christmas market, it's much warmer and the shiny sun requires sunglasses. Rosie is in her element.

We cross the bridge to take a look at the views of the Parliament buildings.

Back across to look into the shops after declining a visit to the large church that has an entrance fee. We contribute every week in the collection so object to adding more.

There is a demonstration taking place in the city so our trams are suspended. We walk three stops before one is turned around. Rosie gets her own back by not paying for the one stop we're on it.

Decide against cooking and visit the camping site restaurant. Beer is £1.50 for a pint. We choose a Hungarian style kebab. Neither of us like the chunk of fat included.