In the lingua-franca of European motorways (a mix of smiles, hand signs, German and spattering of English) a Turkish truck driver tells us that there is 1 metre of snow around Budapest. If we don't have chains the Hungarian police will force us to stop and sleep till the snow clears.... it could be a long winter.The horror! We are going to have to delay our arrival in Bulgaria, bathe at the Gellhert in Budapest and eat pastries. It is going to ruin our diet of salami, pate and bread, chocolate, nuts, cereal bars and cocoa.
He tells us how he lost his family in a car accident in Istanbul. They were in a taxi that crashed into a truck. His wife was from Targovishte in Bulgaria. Another road story.
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