Day 1 - 5th September
05.09.2011 - 05.09.2011 30 °C
Post holiday rush. We knew the season was over and that was somewhat intentional but the place was a veritable ghost town. This suited us just fine. The place cried of all night parties. Really not what we came here for. No-one but locals in circulation. Brilliant.
Hotel. The hotel we stayed in was done in a Thai/Indonesian tropical style. It was a bit of a risky decision. These types of places are usually presented well on the internet but never live up to expectation. We were pleasantly surprised.
Welcome drink. Upon arrival we were welcomed with beer and cocktails. Booyakasha!
Langos. After Vicki’s disappointing first attempt at Langos, we thought we’d try again at a local beach stand. No disappointment this time.
Board walk. The shop frontages along the main drag were boarded up as if there was a category 4 cyclone on the way. They obviously don’t get much business in these parts over the winter. I heard the lake freezes over and becomes a veritable skate rink. Enough reason for me!
When is a tan no longer a tan? The locals take tanning to the next level. No matter the age group, the skin is black and leathery. Baby oil all the way. No SPF required in these parts... or on any part.
Fishing. Oh, my beloved fishing. I approached a man sitting on the edge of a little breakwater fishing with his wife. The language barrier was strong but we were still able to communicate. He used a mini burley bucket that he attached to his line and filled that with corn. He then put gents on his line. He’d caught about 8 fish before we got there and another in our presence. Mainly carp. Good job, old man.
We could be heroes. After walking a little further down the coastline, we came across another line of fisherman. We decided to plonk down on the banks and spectate for a while. One of the fisherman appeared to have caught something big. Turns out his line was tangled on a passing duck. Vicki started to squeal and I jumped in the water. I held the duck and the man untangled the line. Swim Donald swim. No damage done.
Pissheads. More cocktails, more Palinka. We are on holiday after all!
Nap time. Vic had a nap and I went for a long walk. Pretty much covered the whole town. The city centre was a little more lively. Lots of little flea markets and plenty more evidence of the partying potential of the town. Time to awaken Vic from her slumber.
Mykonos. A greek restaurant on the main strip. One of the few left open. Food was ok. Table full of Germans next to us... not a quiet dinner.
Storm. Jay and Gabi were telling us about how quickly the weather can change on the Balaton just hours before it actually did. The wind kicked up and within a matter of minutes the temperature dropped about 10 degrees. The water became choppy. To be honest I wasn’t expecting the water to get so violent on a lake. It is 77Km long after all so plenty of surface area to work up a swell. Pretty awesome.