Budapest 1648 to Backwater 1633

While we were having breakfast in the sun, the last preparations for the red bull air race were done. The pilons of the air race looked quite weird right in front of the parliament. We all want to be pilots as well – steering those fucking fast little planes.. SMOKE ON they said – and the spectacular flights started with a nose-dive under the brigde.

Filled up with langos we were crawling down the Danube for the rest of the day, ending up in another nice backwater. Feed the animals… Pasta cooked on the bonfire!