As there were no more bicycle paths, I was always going down long and straight streets which connect the small villages.
Between the villages there is agriculture or just nothing but open grass areas. But this is what I was hoping to see in the middle of Hungary.
The small villages all looked the same. Mostly small houses along one street and a nice little church in the middle.
On my whole trip the churches of the small villages are very nice and fit the character of these places much more than the big ones we have everywhere in Germany.
Most of the towns have just a small supermarket and bakery.
Only the bigger towns have graveyards.
For 100 km nothing but small villages, roads, fields and grassland.
There are rarely forests sections, so this scenery was a pleasent surprise.
I the early afternoon heat I was able to get water and charge my phone at this lonely gas station.
It is amazing that when trying to communicate here I am not able to understand a single word the people are saying. I do not even recognize words. I have only been to countries where I partly understood or at least recognized similarities among the roman languages. Here it is simply not possible for both parties and we have to use gestures and facial expressions all the time.
However, at the end of the small village of Bedegker the street just turned into something that was more like a dried out river.
It became greener, but smaller.
And soon the route that my navigation suggested just ended. When I looked at the map I relized that civilization just ended at this point behind Bedegker, so I had to go back and take a different route.
With 136 km for the day I took this spot on a hill to stay for the night.
