From Budapest to Bratislava

In Biking, Central Europe, Cycling tour 2018, Europe, Hungary, Slovakia, Travelby Cassie & Cédric2 Comments

Our first evening in Budapest was spent writing a few postcards and Cedric decided to cook (from a package) some “Szilvás Gombóc”: a traditional Hungarian plum dumpling dish – a long lost family recipe story on his side – which turned out pretty good, although we kind of had to adapt to the cycling pantry constraints.

From Istanbul, we had tried to figure a route back home by splitting to way into three parts: first Istanbul-Belgrade, then Belgrade-Budapest and finally Budapest-Augsburg (the three parts not being equidistant, but the road after Budapest is very obvious all the way to the end. So, getting closer to Augsburg, we could finally be able to estimate the number of days left on the saddle, and starting to count backwards with the constraint of being back in Augsburg the 18th of December (Cassie’s parents arriving the 19th in Germany), we figured that we could spend three days in Budapest.

After days of cycling in the rain, the weather turned to sunny but freezing cold in Budapest – we are still not sure what is a better weather for cycling versus sightseeing – and we started by visiting the most remarkable building of Budapest, the parliament building. Just as we imagined it, it is a very impressive construction, and very scenic on the shore of the Danube. We however felt that the visit was deceptive, overpriced and more of a tourist trap than anything else: you mostly see the corridors and stairs, a short glimpse at the parliament room, a long explanation at the very important symbols of the Hungarian monarchy (which is funny since Hungary is a republic and has not had a king for a quite a while now) – this very much felt like the story of “King Ottokar’s Scepter” or maybe an attempt to sell monarchy-crap-souvenirs?

The Buda side of the Danube
The parliament facade, constructed just over a century ago
Where the national assembly sits – given the current trend of Hungarian’s democracy, that might be turned into a concert hall soon…
After weeks being the only tourists in the area, it felt a little weird to have to follow some crowds through the main sights.
A bit like most of the other countries previously visited, Hungary mentions its real territory to be slightly larger than the current borders… They did not go all the way to claim half of Asia because of the Huns though!

A bit incensed by the high price of entrance tickets everywhere, Cédric and I decided to wander around the city and enjoy the sights from the outside. From the parliament, we crossed to the Buda (west) side of the city and wandered through the Fisherman’s bastion and Citadel area. Despite the odd time of year, there were still plenty of other tourists hanging around and posing for their online social media narcissism pictures. We find normal posing and picture taking okay, but things get bizarre when people take off their coats, take some high-heel shoes out of the bag for a few minutes, in freezing temperatures, hop up on a ledge, and do a range of poses, imitating a few tens of thousands of other people that have already taken their shot the current year, while their friends snap away. The rest of the day, we wandered around more of the city and searched for a cheap mulled wine (which we finally found at a Lidl). The next few days in Budapest were spent walking around more corners of the city, taking us from City Park to the Gellert baths. We also visited the Hungarian National History Museum to gain a better understanding of the country and its origins (along with avoiding the cold outside). It was peculiar that we didn’t find any of our sartorial friends mulling around the museum.

Old downtown of Buda (western half of Budapest)
Cassie in the Neo-gothic St Mathias cathedral square
With the picturesque parliament in the background.
A better picture of the parliament
St Mathias Cathedral
In front of the National Museum – sunny day but cooold!
A down jacket, the most useful gear for December in Hungary!
Hungary has great lunch deals, often hidden behind names like “Bisines Menu” – restaurants aren’t apparently too excited to offer it to foreigners though. The dishes can be a little weird sometimes, like this pancake-cabbage-mix dessert.
St Stephens cathedral by night
The Budapest synagogue – largest in Europe, one of the largest in the world, and a troubled 20th century history.
Walking around
Trying to stay warm by strolling through City Park
The Church-like synagogue, from the inside.
Looking for edibles
The Budapest market hall… we looked into getting lunch here but discovered that the food stalls had extravagant prices for the tourists – that place has become more of a Disneyland culinary spot than an actual market. We left very quickly, Cedric being in no mood whatsoever to pay double for an english menu.
Excited to go in the Budapest spa!
Budapest by night (ca. any time after 4pm)
The entrance to the Gellert bath house
A stroll around the hills of Budapest
We spent a bit of time looking for local restaurants where we could order more things than just chicken paprikash
Quite happy with our lunch discovery

After we spent enough days off of the bike, Cédric and I packed our luggage and continued following the Danube northwards. The first hour or so was again through the chaotic industrial suburbs and shopping centers before getting back onto the EuroVelo 6 bike lane. The conditions had gotten colder and colder every day – although the plus side of bitter-cold temperatures in the winter is usually sun – and we were now leaving Budapest with -7c and our gloves were on the very limit of supportable.

Pushing the bike through Szentendre and the Christmas market.
Szentendre, a cute artsy little town just north of Budapest.
More Christmas decorations in Szentendre
Little streets through Szentendre
More bike pushing!

We took our first break in Szentendre, a cute little artsy town on the shore of the Danube, that we would have probably enjoyed a little more if our main focus was not to just get warmer which basically meant to quickly get back on the tandem to produce our own heat. Cedric had contacted the mayor of the next village – Dunabogdany – a few days before, because somehow, he had some memories of that village being the hometown of a part of his family (hence his Germanic family name). The mayor having the same family name, being not much older than us and speaking German, plus Dunabogdany being small enough, he figured that we could meet up – just because “why not”! A coffee turned into a generous lunch while we tried to compare some genealogy trees that proved to be either uncomplete or faulty as many names were matching but not quite the structures. We may need some additional genealogy data about all that – there are a surprising number of Josef’s but none of the dates match – yet we nevertheless had some interesting conversations.

Dunabogdány, lore is that this is Cédric’s ancestral village
The Schus(z)ter meets the Schuszters

Given the short days of December, the temperatures well below freezing, our numb extremities and the different breaks during the day, our originally planned destination was far from being within reach and we decided to stop at the first guesthouse right after Visegrad, shortly before the sunset. Back in Western Europe, Sundays meant all shops closed so we spent the evening buying everything edible in sight at a small food stand (this meant burgers, chips, all the pastries… I think we were the best customers that day).

A cold and gray Danube

The next few days were a continuous amalgam of rain showers and following the spotty paths of the EuroVelo 6. We noticed traffic also started to increase along the Danube, so we were happy whenever we could follow a bike lane. Fortunately, the temperatures increased ever-so-slightly, and our digits weren’t as painfully cold as before Budapest. After leaving the guesthouse, we arrived in Esztergrad in the mid-morning and were surprised to find an enormous basilica looming over the city. It was a bit of a detour, but we cycled up the mount to the doors of the basilica and caught a glimpse inside Hungary’s tallest building (and head of the Hungarian Catholicism) before Sunday mass started. After cycling another 40 kilometers, we decided to spend that night in Komárno on the Slovakian side of the Danube – instead of Komarón on the Hungarian side. After doing a bit of research, the hotels appeared to be significantly cheaper in Slovakia and the town had its own small Christmas market where we could enjoy a bit of mulled wine. If you are wondering why the two cities have a surprisingly similar name, it is not a lack of imagination, but simply that the two sides of the city was one single Hungarian town until the reshuffling of borders after WW1 in central Europe, and even a century later the Slovak side still speaks mostly Hungarian.

Some old houses along the way
Still the Danube, a bit of an eerie feeling…
A small break to warm up our toes and fingers – we had to walk and jump around every 5km to keep the blood from freeze-clotting!
Pushing up to the epic Esztergom Basilica – basically the Vatican of Hungary: head of the local Catholicism, so I guess the building also had to look like Rome’s St Peter.
Views from the Basilica, with Slovakia on the other side
Another “keep your toes” quick break.
The Komárno square by night
Trying to figure out if we have enough coins to get a Glühwein. Although we were in Slovakia (and using the €), they luckily accepted Hungarian money.

The next morning, we re-entered Hungary and were surprised by the number of trucks dominating the road. Now that the work week had begun, goods and products were being shipped and we were getting soaked from the traffic driving through the roadside puddles. Luckily, we only had to share the road for a few kilometers before we could turn off to a quieter road. The proximity with Austria and further to the west of Europe also seems to make that region an attractive location for the plants of various companies. A quieter road didn’t come without its disadvantages, however, and it progressively degraded into a muddy track. Without many options, we (meaning mostly Cédric while I filmed) pushed the bike three kilometers through slick mud to the nearest road. Once we got back on the road tried to clear all of the mud and sticks from the wheels (i.e. finding puddles on the asphalt and trying to dissolve the mud on the frame with the hands…), we hoped that this was the last mud track of our trip. Now significantly dirtier, we cycled into Györ and made an absolute mess as we brought our things into a fancier than usual hotel (with spa, breakfast included, etc. … luxury!). We spent the last remaining hours of sunlight walking through the historic downtown and drinking mulled wine at one of the stalls. Again, after Pècs and Szekszárd, Györ is a little known town, almost no tourists (especially compared to nearby Budapest and Vienna on both sides) but remarkable architecture.

The beginning of a brutal 3 kilometer march through slippery mud
Downtown Györ
Trying to remain positive although we cycled in the cold rain the entire day.
A square in Györ with a modest Christmas market – there were more stalls throughout the city… and some Glühwein!
The Györ government building
More Glühwein! It´s always the cure for cold and rainy days!

The next morning, we packed our things and prepared for our last day cycling through Hungary. It seemed like the weather was going to cooperate this day and we saw blue skies and sun for the first time in a few days. We enjoyed the large breakfast and realized we weren’t that far from Germany. Short anecdote: we saw our first non-tourist German, a worker on a business trip who had apparently just got up on the wrong side of bed and made a grumpy scene in a barbarian broken English because he the fresh fruits weren’t fresh enough for his needs! That entertained us later on the bike for a few days, and whenever something wasn’t working well we would yell, immitating the guy, “I need fresh fruits”.

Back on the road, more good news was that we were going to have paved bike lanes all the way to Bratislava – 75 out of 80km on a separate asphalted lane, the dream! Although the weather might have finally been on our side, the bike mechanics weren’t. Just a few kilometers after our start, we were struggling (again) with the front-chain sliding on the chain-ring, but the chain-ring had now reached a point that playing with zip-ties to push the chain on the sprocket was no longer an option. We had seen the problem coming for a few thousand kilometers and had hoped that we would make it back home without visiting another bike shop – at that point less than a thousand kilometers. Being in Europe made us less nervous than we would have been in Central Asia; we are never too far from a bike shop anymore. The situation yet was that Cassie was now pretty much wading through molasses. We thus decided to shorten the chain to have the tensioner pulling as much as possible – but the next problem became that chain was so extended that quick-links were not usable anymore, and managed finally to remove even more links to connect the two ends of the now very-shortened chain (and hoping that the connection or the chain would not break, although the area being completely flat we had the possibility of Cedric pushing the tandem alone to Bratislava…).

We got a cyclist to take our picture on the way out of Györ

We entered Slovakia – almost without noticing it – along the Danube, apart from the sunny weather turning around and welcoming us with torrential showers and sudden strong headwinds. We just tried to pay no mind to that and pushed the last hour soaking wet before reaching our accommodation for the next two nights. The way getting into downtown Bratislava by bicycle is probably one of the best we have seen so far for a capital city; there are good bike lanes everywhere and bridges across the Danube for bikes and pedestrians only. We went from farmland to our accommodation in the city center almost without having to stop, dealing with traffic or struggling with car-only paths (Belgrade…). The good thing with traveling in central Europe during the low season is that you can get great bargains in the larger cities – and we enjoyed having a 6 people apartment to dry all our gears with the heaters full-on!

The final Hungarian fields of our trip
Just as we were taking this picture we realized that we had just a matter of minutes before it would start to downpour
Happy for the bike lanes but now we’re soaked!
Cédric always wants the most reasonable things from the grocery store. I don’t think we ever found caviar, but he did manage to buy a few of the other things at one point or another.


  1. It is so captivating that we almost regret you ended up with your trip.. 🙂
    Nice picture of the likely family.
    We are looking forward to eating gomboc in your new kitchen!

  2. Great update again on close to the last leg of your year long journey! And I can now say that we too visited one of the same cities that you did . . . being Budapest (our visit being a little more than a year earlier). I’m sure we have a few common photos of Budapest, but still it would be fun to share pics with you sometime, to see what each other saw there, other than the usual main attractions!

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