Day of the launch. Day of the miscalculation of time needed to get to Sibiu. Day of the first real camping.
Started the morning with … well, waking up. Not feeling rejuvenated at all.
After a ceremony with the Czech’s strongest man, doing some stuff, with his teeth. Yup, teeth, we drove. And drove. And drove.
Well, not entirely true. we stopped to repack, since both our back seats where absolutely filthy, and filled with stuff. We must have done a good job, since when we were done, it was 1 hour later, and we could finally start driving … towards Mongolia (?!).
After two ours of intense driving, the first pit stop was had, at a 4 star restaurant. You have to start somewhere. I had a beef tartar, and that was all I ate, until lunch the day after. See, that’s how you get your tummy in order. By starving it into submission.
Right before we exited Czech, we stopped off at IKEA, to get some pillows. Turns out they have a “No Shoe, No Service” policy. Even after I explained that I was swedish and IKEA is practically my home, and I, unlike him, could actually pronounce the names of the furniture, I was still denied access to the premises. Haters gonna hate.
This was the most excitement of the day pretty much, since we wanted to get as far as possible. The end goal was Sibiu. But after a slow start (that opening ceremony was way too long Buddy), and getting lost in Budapest for a while, we were not making it to Sibiu. So, around 1-2 AM, we turned off the highway somewhere southeast of Budapest, and the we turned off the road that followed, and the we turned off the off road that followed after that, and then we where in a field. Good. Camp!
All the stuff we got from friluftsvaror.se was really handy here, especially the headlamps, since in nowhereville, it’s pretty dark during the night.
Snoring and pope’ing was had, and it had been a good first day, even tho we only made it half way to that days goal.