Unlike Kevin Costner in Waterworld there are no tell tale signs of additional skin growth between finger or toe. No shark-like slits in our neck. Not yet.
With no sign of half decent weather we by-pass our intended Budapest. A good call. It rains for sixteen hours solid. Of course, it starts at 3pm, just as we plug in at Aqua Thermal Camp, Esztergom. Someone else pulls a different type of plug. It gushes. We don’t. Puts a damper, so to speak, on proceedings. There are none.
We’re positioned a canoe’s length from the Danube and no more than an oar’s width from the nearest mosquito. These protein sucking pests are depleting our supplies of repellent fast. It’s like playing an endless game of Space Invaders. The more you kill, the more appear.
The wet morning forecast gets itself in a twist. By the time we rise it’s dry. We can leave the site anytime up to 1pm. Decide to go down town. A short ten minute stroll along the Danube.
Our journey to Mosonmagyarovar, our last stop in Hungary, gets interrupted – by an old friend. We can’t resist popping in. Reminds us of how Tesco started back home. Basic, but with all the right essentials. Serves us up with a ready meal for this evening.
Aqua Camp & Resort is today’s stop over on the Great British Swimathon. Again we’re thrown into the deep end.
Maybe we need to stop choosing camp sites with the word Aqua in the title. In any event, the camp’s facilities are rubbish, but the hotel pools’ complex is fantastic. Despite the weather it’s very busy. An army of Terry Towelled guests settle in for the long haul with their drinkie-poos. All but three of the untowelled (me included) are playing in the hot tubs, jacuzzis, water fountains and saunas. Under cover. The huge outdoor pool is getting wet. Swimming in the rain is fun. I have fun.
At 11.30pm two women and a toddler park up on the pitch next to Beastie. They’ve just driven down direct from Prague. Ask me to help them push their caravan into position. I oblige. The favour gets returned. But not as hoped. Their ‘getting settled in’ rackets on until 1.50am. That is until Mrs S has a word.