I pulled the cord that was dangling from the garage ceiling, which opened the garage door and Jodie made his way up the ramp and out. I followed him up but the door started to come down again. I got within a inch of it ... and chickened out after visions of getting stuck underneath. Back down the ramp, and I tried again - this time I made it out.
We didn't really have a plan this week as to how far or fast we wanted to cycle, which meant we spent most of the week just bumbling slowly along, while quizzing each other on different subjects like - 'How many countries ending in "Land" can you name?', 'How many Tom Cruise movies can you name?', or 'How many breeds of dog can you name?' - I lost that round, turns out "Friesian" is a breed of cow.
The weather turned a touch colder this week, snowing quite heavily on some days - but luckily not settling much. It should have taken us one day's ride to get out of Vienna and into Slovakia, but in fact it took us nearly three days. It didn't help that on the third day, after doing a whole morning's ride against the biggest head wind yet, we ended up back in a town that we'd been through the previous day - I've no idea how we did it, we'd somehow lost the cycle route but thought we were still going east and in the right direction. It turned out, over the two days we'd just done a big loop and ended up back in the same town - Daft Cornishmen.
We then had a three day ride through Slovakia to get to Budapest, Hungary. To be honest it was a pretty boring ride - the "cycle path" was really just a gravely track that only tractors used, and it was a little bit away from the river in big fields. The scenery was very similar the whole way too, so really it just felt like we were cycling through the same field on the same energy-sapping surface for three days.
After a quick stop at a petrol station - where we spilt petrol all over ourselves while trying to fill up our camping fuel bottle (my fault), we then headed over the bridge and into Hungary. The scenery changed almost instantly, and the route became much more enjoyable. We stopped to watch a local game of football that we noticed from the road, and ended up watching the whole match. Back on the bikes, we looked for somewhere to camp. We then found one of our favourite camping spots so far - in the woods right on the edge of the river, it was also the first time we'd set up camp in the light for about two weeks.