Kaputt

We're very close to the end of our tether... The 'trusty' Nissan, which we have fondly named Borbonky, is currently sitting in the yard of a Hungarian family of mechanics, who have been checking her left, right and centre, since she started doing the kangaroo dance down the motorway on Tuesday, at approximately 7pm, 40km from Budapest.



Luckily for us, after spending the night at the mechanics with a bottle of vino and some marsh mellows, under a relentless blanket of rain like we've never seen before, we have a connection in Budapest, in the form of Zita, who has taken us under her royal wing and invited us to her palace, where we have been chaffuered around the city's highlights, and sipped lemon sorbets to cure the hang over.



We're expecting to hear from the mechanics any time soon, and have all our fingers and toes crossed that it's good news. We are a day behind schedule, which means we may have to skip Romania, but we're being so well looked after. Teresa, the mom at the mechanics has been on hand with glasses of coke and Hungarian treats to keep the spirits (and the sugar levels) at a high, despite the odds. They are a real special family to meet and have been doing everything possible to get Borbonky back on her feet. A few years ago they lost their son Tomas in a car accident on a race rally, so we would really like to pay tribute to him and to remind people at home that we are by no means racing in this rally. We never intend to compromise our safety to make up for time and meeting these people is a clear sign for us to drive safe, especially in the conditions we are travelling in.



So all at home please send us out some good vibes to coax Borbonky back on the road so we can whisk her off to the Turkish Baths for a well deserved rub-down.



Photos to follow....