My main memory of today is of very large fields of sunflowers and maize, but the scenery at the start of the day was quite different.
I survived the night, the engine noises turned out to be someone clearing out ditches late at night with his JCB, he was busy again this morning. Along with the mud, reeds and small fish he lifted out there were some large freshwater mussel shells that surprised me. While I could not see the lake (and the observation tower was roped off and marked dangerous), it was a pleasant early morning walk. "V" formations of honking geese flew overhead plus the occasional heron flying with their heads tucked in and their legs trailing behind. The Kektura leaves the lake through a swamp, although views of said swamp were obscured by bushes (which thankfully someone had cut back or they would have swallowed the path). Where the swamp was visible, with helpful signs on flora and fauna, it looked very dry. No doubt as it's the end of summer. The path winded its way through trees eventually arriving at Zsadany. A welcome cut of coffee followed.
And then I came to big fields which continued more or less until Veszto apart from a break for the village of Okany. Okany has nice section of drainage canal with men spending their Saturday fishing on it. I stopped at a bar for a Pepsi, the bar lady was seemed disappointed I did not want her rubber stamp (used to prove you have walked the Kektura). After the village I admired the teams at work harvesting the maize, very big vehicles, harvesters and lorries, working together emptying the large fields of their crops in double quick time. A very efficient operation.
I am now at Musli Sziget Panzio in Veszto which has a pretty location overlooking a lake (but no sign). Veszto is a pretty town with geraniums on lampposts and neatly cut verges. But I was too late for the cake and coffee shop and the only thing that is open this Saturday night seems to be a hamburger take away, patronised by men with short hair cut in a similar way (a little longer on the top and a No 1 on the sides).
I survived the night, the engine noises turned out to be someone clearing out ditches late at night with his JCB, he was busy again this morning. Along with the mud, reeds and small fish he lifted out there were some large freshwater mussel shells that surprised me. While I could not see the lake (and the observation tower was roped off and marked dangerous), it was a pleasant early morning walk. "V" formations of honking geese flew overhead plus the occasional heron flying with their heads tucked in and their legs trailing behind. The Kektura leaves the lake through a swamp, although views of said swamp were obscured by bushes (which thankfully someone had cut back or they would have swallowed the path). Where the swamp was visible, with helpful signs on flora and fauna, it looked very dry. No doubt as it's the end of summer. The path winded its way through trees eventually arriving at Zsadany. A welcome cut of coffee followed.
And then I came to big fields which continued more or less until Veszto apart from a break for the village of Okany. Okany has nice section of drainage canal with men spending their Saturday fishing on it. I stopped at a bar for a Pepsi, the bar lady was seemed disappointed I did not want her rubber stamp (used to prove you have walked the Kektura). After the village I admired the teams at work harvesting the maize, very big vehicles, harvesters and lorries, working together emptying the large fields of their crops in double quick time. A very efficient operation.
I am now at Musli Sziget Panzio in Veszto which has a pretty location overlooking a lake (but no sign). Veszto is a pretty town with geraniums on lampposts and neatly cut verges. But I was too late for the cake and coffee shop and the only thing that is open this Saturday night seems to be a hamburger take away, patronised by men with short hair cut in a similar way (a little longer on the top and a No 1 on the sides).
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| A morning flock of geese |
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| Panoramic shot of large field of maize |
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| Large field of Sunflowers |
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