The Piss voucher

 Left the hotel without breakfast, so Dave was scanning for an opportunity to eat.  Found a great place by the side of a lake, but we had to wait 5 mins for them to open.  Cappuccinos were easy to order, but we were a bit unsure of the food choices...

They helped us out, and the ham & cheese on toast was excellent.

Thorpy had again elected to ride alone and do a more direct route to the hotel, so we had purchased him a Vignette the night before, as we didnt want him to have any more run ins with the law.  We were treated to some amazing twisty roads that ran through forest after forest, all with a freshly tarred surface....

Crossed the Danube at some point ....

And then  Dave found us a section of the TET (Trans Europe Trail) to ride ....

All going well until someone tried to turn his bike around on a soft patch of earth ...

Lunch was way overdue, but we clocked a burger shack out of the corner of our eyes.  Made a U-turn and headed back, to be rewarded with one of the best burgers I have had in a while.  Now there is a saying, "never trust a skinny cook" ... this corroborated the statement.

Shooting on, we found a bit more dirt ...

 and then it was onto do battle with the Budapest traffic...

Dave had booked us an apartment to stay the night, with a huge courtyard for the bikes.  The place was clean and spacious, with 3 beds in one room and 2 in the other.  We paired off, 2 per room as usual.

Thorpy had ventured out early, so we wet him in the Irish bar...

That night we went out into the local bars, and consumed copious amounts. ... 

Now the last bar had the strangest rip off ever....

1/. You ordered beer but had to pay a Euro supplement for the plastic cup.

2/. When you wanted a piss, that cost a Euro, but then you got a voucher to redeem it against your next beer.

3/. On leaving, we seemed to have ended up with both plastic cups, which could only be redeemed for a token to get another plastic cup, and a piss voucher, which was no good as they had stopped serving beer.

Thorpy & Neil headed back to the apartment first, while me & Dave found another bar with the grumpiest barmaid in Europe serving us.  No need to call time, her scowl said it all. I seem to recall ending up ordering kebabs judging by the mayo and chill sauce running down my hand as we got back to the Apt.

About to drift off, when we heard a frustrating shout of "Harris, shut up for Gods sake" .... the ZZZZ's were rather loud, so we offered the third bed in our room to Thorpy, who was most grateful.