Fuck the wind. But first.
Last night I had the sweetest camp spot. After a long day of paddling, this was most desirable. It was shaded trees, a huge pile of driftwood, and falled trees shaped like a camp site for 10 people. Only problem was, I was all alone. It's what I wanted. One good night to enjoy a fire and food and the trees and the breeze.
The breeze was strong, and it got cold, so it was a good thing I built the fire I'm a way where two big flat pieces of wood reflected the warmth back.
Cold night sleep, but good.
I spent all day today paddling with my left arm and body. Not sure why, but my boat kept pulling to the left, and would just stay straight. No matter what I did. I adjusted my paddled feather, my paddle length, my hand width, my paddle strokes, the way I sat, the way I used my body, the way I leaned, everything. But nothing worked.
I assume it had to do with the extremely annoyingly strong wind. Which tossed my boat up and down all day as well .
I stopped several times just time relax from the stress this was causing me.
I stopped in Esztergom, a city with a really amazingly beautiful castle and church in top of a mountain. I climbed to the top through a back pathway that said, no trespassing. It didn't say nothing on the other side so we're good.
I stopped to check my phone, getting internet for the first time in a day. Went to grab a water, and an old man named Axel, bought me a beer. He's riding his Harley across Europe. He does trips like this all the time, and adventures all over the world. We had a good talk, but I had to head out before sundown.
I'm here at another great camp spot looking at a mountain range that bigfoot surely sleeps. Good thing we have a river separating us!
Km marker 1715
75km to Budapest!
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