Kitty had worn the seat of her pants out pedalling too hard - or so she said; so we needed a cheaper country than Austria to buy some more - and decided on neighbouring Hungary (is that taking ´budgeting´ a bit seriously?!).But having got up at 6 a.m. to race across the border, this young guard was most insistent that his post DID NOT open until 8 a.m.
No end of offers of cash, a night of passion (with Garry), or promises that we weren´t carrying drugs - or even offering him drugs (?!) would persuade him to let us through before time.
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