The Road to Hungary

In the morning of 25.01 the journey from Wismar to Hungary started. The route led from Berlin via Dresden and there finally over the border into the Czech Republic. While the sun was still shining in Germany, the situation in the Czech Republic was quite different. As we drove out of the border tunnel, a snow-covered landscape, fog and minus temperatures awaited us. The visibility conditions were so bad that in some places the visibility was below 20 meters. The later and darker it got, the worse the visibility became. To make matters worse it started to rain and snow. Shortly before Prague we spontaneously decided not to drive on and to spend the night in a hotel. From the car we quickly booked a hotel in the capital city of the Czech Republic and drove there. The doorman of the hotel greeted us with champagne, afterwards we checked in. Since the hotel did not have its own restaurant, we went to the city for dinner. Although the exhausting journey had already taken us quite a bit, we couldn’t resist exploring the city. I was immediately in love. Since it was already dark, Prague was shining in a blaze of lights. On every street corner there was something to see – breathtaking buildings with elaborate ornaments, streets decorated with mosaics and ancient cobblestones and everywhere we went the sweet smell of the traditional “Baumkuchen” followed us.

After an excellent breakfast the journey continued the next morning. Shortly after Prague the assumption we had made the day before was confirmed – the motorway was in a terrible condition, the fog had not yet cleared and it had become even colder. Thanks to the daylight at least we were able to see something. If we had driven further yesterday, it would have been very dangerous. The weather only got better again in Slovakia. However, this did not last long. After we left the highway in Hungary it got worse and worse. The sun went down and the course of the road could only be guessed. The last 150 km became a real torture. When we finally arrived at my grandma’s house, we were both tired and exhausted, but overjoyed, despite taking turns driving. After two days and 1200 km we had finally made it.