Another border crossing, into Hungary. It’s at the top of a hill, like the last one. Maybe there was a strategy there. Today it’s a deserted outpost just outside a Slovakian Village.
Kosice – it hosts Europes oldest marathon, first run in 1924. Today if they run in one direction they’ll see a huge new Volvo factory being built. Then a US Steel plant, where Barbara is in her element spotting what’s going on that shouldn’t. It’s a stark contrast to the now silent and shut Port Talbot blast furnaces.
As we enter Hungary we spot another patch of Japanese knotweed. Get rid of it, now!
The contrast as we enter Hungary is pretty stark. The remote villages feel poor. That’s a judgement not a criticism – I recall in the UK the poorer communities give more to charity per head than others. The kids are curious about what we’re doing. The roads are a triffle bumpy here. Water wells and pumps dot the streets.
The fields are large – mainly wheat and sunflowers.
One town has fine murals on the apartments – perhaps the chemical factory just outside makes paint. It is part of a project to revitalise the city with vibrant street art. Certainly made us stop.
Travelling reflections 