How I decided to cycle 231km in one day

I slept in Boreci,a calm small village close to Hungarian boarder,and as I mentioned before,I am now 231 from Ozora festival(which starts 30.01,but neither me,or my parents who are also going,have any tickets,and there a 5 thousand tickets from sale available at the entrance,of course you have to be there PHYSICALLY, with your ID and wrist ready for official armband....

Not only was I anxious to meet my parents again after so much time,I also really wanted to get in&buy a ticket,and I thought,if I arrive to late,they might sell out,and I didn't do 4 thousand kilometers just to kiss the gates to paradise.

Its blurry because I was too exciteed

Road to Hungarian border was flat,and like Swiss cheese(the holes?)but no wind,and sun is shining it's best,my battery is dying,but I feel fresh,rested,I started early(7:30am)so I am glad about that.

Hungary

At first road was awesome,then it went the opposite way in quality scale...shame

And cycling roqds....ugh! Hungarians make cycling roads near villages and towns,but they are TOTALLY Inappropriate for racing bikes...like they should come with a free dentist visit and 4-5 spare tires at the entrance

If that's not annoying enough,at some point bike road ends and there is bike's forbidden sign...and police patrol standing-STRESS

But I thought,cmon,cars don't go so fast here,it's not a highway(and only on highways do I respect the bike corculation prohibition,and not everywhere)so I come up to a young policeman,who throws his most charming smile at me,and talks is some species of language I can't even compare to anything I heard before.I politely smiled back and asked(in English of course) if I can follow this road because I need to get to Ozora,before his chin fell down fromsurprise,he asked me to repeat,and after being sure that I am serious,he totally agreed and said that as long as I stay on maximum right,there is no problem

That's it,that's all I needed for my first impression of Hungary to be great,no cars beeping at me,trucks leave space,and it's warm again!!!(wtf this instant climate change?!)

I started to run out of water,so I stopped at some small town and wanted to buy something to drink,to my surprise prices were high,very high!! And they had no coma,and I was like,what is this shop's problem?

As I made my way to the register and wanted to pay my purchase with euros,the cashier made a strange face,and began to point her fingers at my money and talk Hungarian...what the hell?! Why don't you let me pay?she then opens the register and shows me a coin that I had no idea what it was...WAIT

ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TELLING ME,THAT THIS SMALL FREAKING COUNTRY THAT I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE EXISTED TILL NOW....HAS ITS OWN CURRENCY??

Not funny,not at all....what the hell am I going to do? I saw no exchange points on my way,that why I didn't realize they had their own money,i know, Poland isn't big either,but Hungary? Cmon,they aren't big,famous,or have a strong economy

Thank god there was a bank not far away from the shop,so I could exchange some euros to FORINT

Soooo 1 euro is somewhere around(under) 300 forint,and prices of food are higher than in Slovenia...how do these people survive?impressive

I bought the water,rested for half an hour and continued my way along bike forbidden road until this huuuuuuge lake,where I finally found some normal cities, infrastructure,tourists and another cyclists on racing bikes(first one I saw was at 15:08)

Balaton has good routes for bikes most of the time,wide,empty,good asphalt,so I managed to get to 30km/h at some points.i told myself in the morning that I am definitely NOT cycling to Ozora in one day

I will just do as much as I feel like,and then look for a place to sleep,but as I crossed 100km,I got ambicious,and started considering doing the 231km,I told myself,if at 16:00 my GPS shows me that I have more than 100km left,I will stop

Somehow that motivated me,and I started sweating my soul out,and at 16:00 I stopped in a Lidl,for a lunch,drink and rest,and my GPS was showing me that I have only 103km left,so yes,I decided that I am doing this,I have one of these yellow florescent jackets,red light for the back,and white for the front,and about 20batteries I haven't used yet(so much useless weight carried for 4k km) so if it gets dark after 9,I can arrive safe

My phone died finally died,and I had to ask people and follow signs for cities I remember seeing on my GPS,normally I had to follow a road for 20-25km long,so that's nice,no turns,no changes...

And I did it,I arrived at Ozora,i see millions of caravans and cars lined up in a queue,and I try my hardest to make my power banks work for few last minutes,so I can call my parents,because I had no idea where they were,or if they were even here.

I managed 4% of battery, made the call,and after hearing how worried my parents were,I heard "I knew you weren't picking up your phone because you went mad ambitious to get here". Ambition is a family thing.

At the gates of the entrance to festival area(before ticket gates) almost 50 people who pass by me,ask me if I got here by bike, applause,tell me compliments,and ask about the details of my trip,this felt awesome,all this support and positive vibe

Somewhere mid conversation with a group of German people,I hear a sweet voice screening my name,I turned around and it was my mum waving at me,the people immediately understood and counties walking and I ran up to my mum...we wnętrzu to buy the ticket,I got the official festival's armband,and we waited for my father to arrive with their car and proceeded to find a place to park for next week of incredible experiences