Going to Gyor

 Our hotel had an ingenious feature in the shower- a glass screen door which instead of draining any loose water( and there was a lot of this) back into the bathtub, jettisoned it onto the bathroom floor-we pointed out this design flaw to our hotelier who grinned and shrugged.


An early start today to avoid the worst heat.

OMG

Pretty nice ride





and we arrive at our destination, Gyor, by 12-strangely this was another flat stage.We stopped at a local ice confection shop and refreshed our heat ravaged bodies. We left our steeds at the hotel and went for a wander around this rather pleasant town.





Lunch was delightful and I could choose my favourite heart, lung and tongue stew.

We rested in the afternoon and only ventured out for a very modest repast.


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