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Shower in the Church

Camping in the wild. PRO: its most obvious advantage is its price: it’s free. CON: one have to suffer all the disadvantages it’s bundled with. For one: you don’t have hygiene facilities, when you camp in the wild you have to come up with something on your own.

by FERENC IVANICS
To spread our message of peace we need to visit many places, meet people, and lots of them. We want to show them our interpretation of the road to peace: friendship and brotherhood. But what do those people think about two raggedy-ass travelers who stink and have untidy, scruffy hair. Well, they avoid them, without listening to them or considering them as friends or brothers. So we have to be persistent, authentic and clean.


We had our last shower months ago, in Mauritania. In the hills of Málaga the thing works like this: we find a clean fountain where we fill our bottles with water. We pick a clean peace of cloth, a T-shirt, for example, and enter our tents with the clean cloth and a bottle of clean water. Each of us to his own tent, of course. There we get undressed and rub our entire body with the wet cloth, thoroughly, rinsing the cloth various times. Then we shiver a bit until we get dry. Not the perfect solution, I can assure you. And it takes the skills of an acrobat sometimes. So we really needed a shower.


The only place we knew about that had a free shower was the local office of Red Cross, but they told us there that they only dealt with drug-addicts in their facility. Some experienced hobos told us that means you have to say—with the appropriate remorseful look—that you are a heroine addict. Or try your luck with a confession about a combination of booze and pot. But we didn’t want to lie nor to take away the chance from a real addict.


One day a poor-looking man stepped up to us and started to jabber about showers and food and haircuts. Mentioning many times something called “San Juan de Dios”. When answering our questions he told us that it was a church, some 300 yards from our begging spot. A few minutes later we were there and saw that yes, the church offered many services for those in need. We picked shower and haicut.


Of course, it’s not that easy. Although we can recommend their services to anyone, a good amount of patience is needed. First you have to visit the office and ask for a certificate about your social status. We spent two hours in a queue, but after explaining our situation in a few words we got the certificate. Then we had to check on the info-board which services are available on which days. We took note and left. We imagined that we would have to stand in lines, the church has two showers and one barber only. And so it happened. Three hours in a line, but it was worth it. Not the hot, steamy shower we dream about, but a real luxury compared to using a wet T-shirt in a tent. The barber shaved our heads in a minunte or so (two heads in a minute, that’s something :). Anyways, we think it’s a great idea, well implemented. We’d recommend the place to anyone who gets in trouble.

Noteworthy Globetrotters from Hungary

WorldWalk-Peacetour: a Blog of Note

Of course we must start this post by expressing our appreciation to all of you who have visited the blog in the past few days, left your comments, shouted something in the shoutbox, started to follow us, subscribed to our feeds, wrote about our project on your blogs... And we have to thank the opportunity the Blogger team gave us by picking WorldWalk-Peacetour this 20th of February as a Blog of Note. (What’s that? Blogger Buzz: Blogs of Note: 1000 and counting!) We hope this will create a healthy buzz around the brothers and their mission, and we plan to keep this blog a noteworthy one. Maybe with your help, who knows...

Hungarian Globetrotters

It’s also worth mentioning that István and Ferenc featured an article of the Hungarian edition of a men’s magazine: FHM (For Him Magazine, I suppose). In their February issue there’s an article titled “Globetrotter Hungarians”. Apart from the walking brothers Dániel Belényi writes about a Hungarian sailor and some bikers who are or once were on their way around the globe.



The WorldWalkers haven’t met them, but they did meet some Hungarians, sometimes in comic, sometimes in troubling situations. One of them was Attila, the Paper Man. The boys stumbled upon this mimer or living statue on a pedestrian street of Málaga. He was sitting on a bench covered in newspaper. In fact, he himself was covered in newspaper, even his glasses, his ears, everything. Ferenc and István thought that he was creative enough to be saved in their virtual album, so they asked him in English if they can take a photo of him. The statue answered that of course, it was OK. Then a moment later, taking off his glasses that blocked his vision, he asked them: Are you from Hungary? To their great surprise, he asked it in Hungarian... :)



And another story from one of the lowest points of the tour. The boys spent some time in El Aaiun with no cash (their balance was 3 euros—4 bucks—exactly). Their diet had been bread and marmalade for days. They were expecting some financial first aid from home but the money just didn’t want to arrive. Desperate times call for desperate measures, they decided to visit the UN’s peacekeeping mission base there. Ferenc and István were stopped and questioned by local police, but finally they sent a message to the UN troops. Anyways, a lieutenant-colonel (or colonel?) came to see them, and as they noticed the red-white-green stripes on his uniform they had no words to describe their relief. Csaba Moravek was the man who arranged that the WorldWalkers wouldn’t have any necessities while the support arrived from Hungary.

Of course, there have been many others who have helped the brothers. Hungarians or not, it doesn’t matter at all... As a final word for all of you who just have popped in and might wonder how walking around the world will bring peace, let us quote what Ferenc said in an interview for a local newspaper in Málaga:

We are Hungarians but have lived most part of our lives in the former Yugoslavia. In our small village there coexist many nationalities. Nationalities that had turned against each other in the Balkan Wars. In spite of the raging war, the community of the village kept the peace: Hungarians, Serbs, Bosnians, Croatians, Kosovar Albans condemned the war and stood out against conflicts between themselves.

It was then when we realized that peace and friendship can be maintained in a family, in a street, in a workplace; with one word: in small communities. That’s what we call micropeace, and we think that it is the real base of peace. This tour around the world is an extreme challenge, but we plan to prove that two men in good times or in bad times can stand by each other. We believe that if we stand out for each other in smaller communities, the micropeace we create will act as a building block to create something bigger, something we think is close enough to be called peace.

A Beggar’s Day in Málaga

Begging or panhandling is to request a donation in a supplicating manner. Beggars are commonly found in public places, such as street corners or public transport, where they request money such as spare change. They may use cups, boxes or hats to receive the donations. (Wikipedia)

We described the brothers’ desperate financial situation in previous posts. This one will describe a “crazy” day of WorldWalk.

by FERENC IVANICS
We’ve been having the same daily routine now for a week. We get up, pack our stuff, walk to our place and set up the begging equipment. But this day there was a demonstration against unemployment on the square with some 20 thousand participants, it was almost impossible to reach our destination.


We saw the local police monitoring the event, but even though they had warned us various times not to hand out our “propaganda” before, this time they didn’t bother to pick on us. One of the demonstrators found us with a more aggressive verbal message but soon he was calmed by others. We know all so well how hard it is to get a job these days in Málaga, have no doubt.


The demonstration dispersed at about noon and it was replaced by people walking and fooling around, obviously in the mood for the Carnival celebrations that were held that night. Time was flying thanks to the funny costumes and the funny locals. By late afternoon we became more and more convinced that the Carnival procession will take place in front of our spot, so we waited with curiosity.


And yes, there they came, crazy people having fun, forgetting about problems, unemployment, wars, whatewer had troubled them before. It was an innocent, peaceful night in Málaga. And we loved it, it was really fascinating to see them in their costumes (some of those worth fortunes, some looked simple but more creative), having a good time. We made a promise that when we got home we would have a day off like this. It’s not just funny, but a really good way of living together as friends and brothers.

Camping in the Wild: Africa

In Africa and particularly in the Sahara Desert one of the most important prerequisits of camping in the wild is always met: there’s room. The trouble comes when you have to put up or protect the tents.

by FERENC IVANICS
In Morocco it was always easy to find a nice camp site, we usually camped in forests—which became more and more fragmented as we walked south. We had problems near populated areas, but not with humans. Near Casablanca while putting up our tents we noticed lots of small, black balls. Next morning we weren’t awoke by a rooster crowing but sheep baaing near our tents. Sheep eat anything they find, especially in Africa where dried out, yellowish-green grass is their main course. When we noticed them, we had to get out of our tents quickly and drive away the animals, which were already tasting the skins of our home.


Apart of the domesticated animals there was another “enemy”, smaller but deadlier: scorpions. You can see scorpions of various sizes and colors. The more you travel south, the bigger they are. We had to close every small cracks and gaps and slots: with zippers, velcros, anything. You have to inspect very carefully the bottom of your tents every morning, and get rid of the arthropods that had spent the night there. That was quite a scary process at first but later became a dull routine.


The desert—doesn’t really matter if it’s in Morocco, Western-Sahara or Mauritania—is an enormous but poorly equipped camping. There’s space, but virtually there’s nothing else. Without soil we had to invent methods to fix the tents many times, and it was a tiresome job. It’s easy to drive stakes into the sand but they slip out just as easily. And in rocky deserts there’s no way you can drive the stakes into the ground. We used stones—their size depended on the strength of the ever-blowing wind—to hold the cords. I suppose there’s specialized tents for sand or snow, but we had what we had.


To use this method we needed stones. And sometimes it turned out to be hard to find them. Near the Moroccan-Mauritanian border we virtually camped on a landmine-field for ten days. Collecting stones on a mine-field is like playing Russian roulette, so no, thank you.


Near Essaouira there were no stones around. It was almost dark when we found some dry branches that the locals use to stabilize sand dunes. We borrowed some to stabilize our tents.


When we reached the savannah after crossing the Sahara desert it was like reaching the mountain meadows in Austria. All-in-all, we didn’t run into puzzling camp site related situations in Senegal. We camped in the wild without experiences worth mentioning.

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Camping in the Wild: Europe

One of the recurring problems for the WorldWalkers in Europe was how to find a good camping spot every night. At the end of the day’s walk there was not much time to look for a perfect place before dark in those heavily populated areas.

by FERENC IVANICS
To be able to walk many dozens of miles you need a a good night’s sleep. To have a good night’s sleep you need to find a good camp site. When the weather’s not on our side we sleep in our tents, so we have to put them up. To put up the tents, to drive the stakes (pegs) into the ground we need to find proper soil, a more or less flat area with enough space for our tents. We cannot neglect the opinions of the local authorities either, walking for a good cause doesn’t mean that they always overlook the illegal nature of camping in the wild.

We’d recommend places near less traveled roads, grassy stripes at the edge of fields or forests, these were our favorite places.


In Hungary we camped many times on cultivated fields. It’s OK if it’s not recently seeded, you cannot really do any harm to the crops. Once, after a longer stage we had to find a camp site when it was well into the night. While assembling our tents we discovered that it wasn’t such a good idea camping on the field right next to the road... It had been recently fertilized with completely organic fertilizers. Next day we spent hours wiping the horsecrap off of the bottom of our tents.

We celebrated our last night before crossing the Hungaro-Austrian border in the field you see on the picture above. It was a fine place to stay, plain, comfortble. We slept like babies, not disturbed by the fact that it was raining during the whole night. To our surprise, thanks to the clayey soil we spent a few hours taking down the tents with pounds of slippery mud on our feet.


Our experiences in Austria were fairly similar until we reached the Alps. The mountain meadows were like luxury hotels compared to the fields, and they were quite common. Quiet, calm, silky smooth grass, putting up the tent was a child’s play. No one felt offended by our stay, we had a good time there.


In Germany we got used to camping in vast forests instead of meadows. These camp spots were just as luxurious as their Austrian comrades. Cheery clearings, milennium oaks, calm, just like in Goethe’s poem, the Wanderer’s Nightsong.

Wanderer’s Nightsong II

Up there all summits
are still.
In all the tree-tops
you will
feel but the dew.
The birds in the forest stopped talking.
Soon, done with walking,
you shall rest, too.

One night, our sleep was calm until we started to hear some kind of snorting and the noise of breaking branches in the middle of the night. The noises were getting louder and their source was getting closer to us, it was getting quite scary in the woods. And we became even more scared when we figured out that a hog herd was passing around our tents. They were feeding on the acorn of the millenary oaks. We got awake and alert in a moment. Those minutes in the dark felt like a lifetime, but finally our noisy and hungry guests left our home.

In France we got used to another unexpected difficulty. According to our plans we should have had arrived to Spain by then to spend the colder winter months there. But we started the tour with a month’s delay and winter cold had arrived early that year. We lived our coldest night in November of 2007. The skin of the tent was frozen stiff even before putting it up. We were unable to get a sleep in 25°F cold. We had all our clothes on, yet spent the whole night awake, shiwering. By morning there was ice even on the inside of the skin of the tent.


Our cheap tents and sleeping bags weren’t able to protect us from the cold, we managed to get along with proper food: fatty, high calorie meals, good French red wine.

Spain welcomed us with mountains and rocky soil, absolutely inapt for camping. But when we reached the orange and tangerine plantations of Valencia we arrived to heaven, almost. Fortunately orange thiefs rarely carry tents with them and almost never spend the night on the crime scene, so we weren’t mistaken for them, had no trouble with angry orange farmers.


Though our main interest was to find a place to sleep, we ate tons of oranges as well. And it radically changed our metabolism. :) Once a local farmer surprised us during a breakfast, we were a tiny little bit scared, but he was telling us: ‘tranquilo, tranquilo’. Even though we didn’t know what the words meant, we got the message. Orange prices were so low, it wasn’t even worth to harvest. Anyways, Valencia provided us with bed and breakfast. And oranges from Valencia are the best oranges in the world. We mean it!
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Rainy Weather in Málaga

Last week the weather was horrible in Málaga. The WorldWalkers took shelter in the mountains in their tents. Their new camp site offered them a chance to take some amazing photos of the weather and they made the best of it. No tornado shots, just some really heavy rain storm clouds and sunshine. They promised to provide us some rainbow images next time. :)



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Exclusive Beggars

Due to the global financial and economic crisis the brothers haven’t managed to find a temporary job in Málaga so far. They are not alone, hundreds try to find a job there with even less hope. So their only chance is begging.

And Ferenc and István do it in an enthusiastic and professional way, they really are exclusive beggars.

by FERENC IVANICS
We just received the 1000 euro donation of the Alliance of Vojvodina Hungarians. We are really grateful, thank you. It’s a big step, but according to our calculations this won’t be enough for the USA. Apart from the flight tickets we have to pay for the visas, we have to eat, sleep somewhere, buy new shoes, etc. Currently there is absolutely no chance for us to find a temporary job, so we have decided to beg, or—if you fancy these kinds of euphemisms—to ask for small donations. For the last weeks we have studied this profession in theory, our tutor was János Molnár, a Hungarian guy from Transylvania, who was telling us most of his knowledge and best practices. And there were, of course, many other teachers, friends who gave us advices. We chose one of the most traditional methods: a board with a description of our difficulties and a request for some help.


We worked for two long nights in our tents, we tried to be as prepared as possible. We didn’t want to be one of the many beggars in the city, but the WorldWalkers in trouble—who we are, indeed. So our objective was to create a very show-and-tellesque propaganda, and we didn’t waste our time to achieve our goal. The result was amazing. Other beggars stared unbelievingly at our donation equipment. We became exclusive beggars.


Our very special tool is the dynamic counter, which shows our financial necessities and the amount already collected.

First we tried our luck in front of the El Corte Inglés shopping mall. To our surprise, nobody was interested in our action, it was very disappointing. After a small analysis and discussion we thought that the customers of this shopping mall were always in a hurry, they had no time for beggars, not even for exclusive ones. We tried to find a quieter place that was busy enough at the same time. So we went into the city center of Málaga. The start was very slow but promising.


The first day there we got 32 euros, the next day 43 euros, so it seemed to work. You might think that it’s easy. But I have to tell you: it’s not, it’s a very hard job. We stand, sit or squat the entire day, and it’s very exhaustive mentally as well. Time passes slowly, the weather is cold, but there’s a hope we can collect the missing piece of our budget and finally fly on to North America. We wouldn’t do it if we saw another option. But we don’t.

Gear: What You Need to Walk Around the Earth

Walking and backpacking around the Earth is an extremely strong load test on your gear. But you have a real chance to prove its quality or its flaws: The brothers walked and put up their tents in France in frost, in the Sahara in 100 °F, they were hit by a hard thunderstorm in Austria, and a much harder sand storm in Africa, they spent many days among high mountains in the Alps, wandered on huge plains in France and in wild forests in Germany. I can say that they checked their gear in every imaginable situation. After the European and the African stage of the trip we’ll try to summarize their experiences and opinions about their tents, sleeping bags, backpacks, mats, trousers and shoes. Also, a new continent’s ahead, new soils, new climate. Probably they have to replace some of their equipment before moving on.

Tents: An Indispensable Base

Your tent is your home during backpacking. And if you backpack for 6 years, you try to choose the perfect one. Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you don’t.

The boys bought their tents an InterSport shop for about 120 euros (US$150). These are McKinley Compact Light 2 tents, a run-out model, but there’s a similar one on the official McKinley page: the Enduro Light. The manufacturer’s description:

Ultra-lightweight tunnel tent for 2 people, ideal for travelling and on trekking and cycle tours. Outer skin made of PU-coated polyester, all seams sealed with seam tape, 3,000 mm water column. 1 entrance, 2 frame arches made of aluminium. Tent pegs made of aluminium.

2 frame arches made of aluminium: It became obvious soon enough that these arches hadn’t been designed for everyday use. When you put up the tent you have to bend these pipes to the arch shape, and when you dismantle your tent in the morning these are straightened again. It was too much for them, in a month they were beginning to break one by one. Of course they were very-very light, but useless.


That time Ferenc and István were working in Spain on a construction of a house in the mountains. The foundations of that house was made of reinforced concrete. They got some rebars, and made their own frame arches. These arches were pre-bent by them and covered by many plastic tapes to keep the skin and the floor of the tent safe. The advantages of these arches were obvious: they’re very stable, no winds or storms beat them. The disadvantages are obvious, too: they’re damn heavy. So our advice to the manufacturer: please, pre-bend the arches, and don’t force the backpackers to bend them.

Tent pegs made of aluminium: This seems to be a joke, here you have the photos of them. Aluminium is too soft, the tip of the pegs became dull soon, they bend easily and can harm your hands.


Zippers: These are far too weak, ideal for a schoolbag, but not for a tent that is to be used in Africa. Somewhere in Mauritania they even had to saw a velcro to keep out the mosquitos (they seemed to be infected by malaraia).

Skin: The strong-point of these tents, there was no trouble with it whatsoever. Now there are some holes, protection from rain isn’t perfect, but the life of these tents haven’t been easy at all. So that’s just fine.

Sleeping Bag: Like Napoleon Bonaparte

“The bed has become a place of luxury to me! I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world”, Napoleon Bonaparte said once.


The Denali Alpine 19 sleeping bags of the WorldWalkers were purchased in the same InterSport shop, unfortunately they can’t recall its price. The manufarturer’s comments:

Sleeping bag suitable for Alpine conditions, ideal companion while mountain climbing and on trekking and Alpine tours. The comfort range lies between +3°C and -3°C, the extreme range lies at -19°C. The double layer concept offers maximum loft and heat retention qualities. Ergonomic hood with corded seam at forehead, padded heat collar, shoulder extension and thermally enhanced foot part ensure optimum heat retention qualities. Excellent sleeping comfort through the use of robust, lightweight and breathable materials.

Ferenc and István have been very satisfied with the product, so far. As the manufacturer promised it provides comfort down to 25 °F. It needs a small space when packed, and it’s light enough. There was only one disadvantage revealed: the zippers, again. These are a bit stronger then the tents’, but they’ve been giving up. And the winter in Málaga is cold enough.

Backpack: A Snail’s Life

Snails carry their shell (i.e. their “house”) on their backs, in a similar way the brothers carry all their personal stuff on their backs. And to make their life as comfotable as possible, they needed a fine backpack. They have been using Quecha Forclaz backpacks for a while, and they are fully satisfied with them. Zippers are placed in the middle of the backpack, so you can easily reach the inner parts. If you need your foorth bottle of water in the desert, it’s really handy that you don’t have to get out the three empty bottles to find the full one. The raincoat was a bit surprising for then. The backpack itself is not water-resistant, if you want to make it water-resistant, you have to cover it. Close to the fasteners the textile has begun to break, and a couple of the many zippers broke down already, but these backpacks have survived the Sahara, so there’s nothing to complain about.

Accessories

Mats: They provide comfort and protection from cold. The polyethylene foam sleeping mats or mattresses were a present. They’re quite good, nothing extraordinary, though.


Hiking Hats: They’re from Quecha again, a brand that combines affordable prices with acceptable durability. These hats were really important for Ferenc an István in the desert, they were durable and they protected their head, face and neck from sunshine. And it was pretty easy to keep them clean as well, a rinse of clean water did the job. The nape flap could be a bit bigger to fully cover the ears, a light wind can blow it off. After the extremely strong usage it’s a bit ragged—mostly where the visor joins the hat, but it’s OK.


Trousers: Another peace of the equipment from Quechua. They’re worth their price, they survived half a year in the Sahara. They’re light, breathable and comfortable. But after half a year they decay very fast, you can’t repair or patch them. There were some weird color changes, the trousers of Ferenc became white-yellow, István’s: yellow-green. They’re easy to wash, they dry in a reasonable time. A good choice.

Shoes: For the Walking Part

Running Shoes: Their first shoes were Nike Dart V running shoes. They had survived more than 2.000 miles, nothing was wrong, there were only small flaws: the rubber of the tips separated, the softer materials gave up, but all these were repairable.


The death of these shoes arrives when the hard rubber layer on the sole of the shoes wears away. There is only a soft spongy layer under—or above—it. These shoes aren’t designed for long periods of walking, they can heat-up very much. And you know heat means sweat, and blisters will surely appear. Sweat means stinky shoes as well, so you have to wash them regularly, but it’s not easy to dry them. They are comfortable, strong and relatively cheap, the boys repeated and purchased identical pairs to replace their worn-out first ones.

Hiking Shoes: Their third pairs were Salomon Exit Aeros. These are not running but hiking shoes. The sole of them seemes to be too hard, but after a couple of miles it became acceptable, but not that comfortable as the sole of the Nike. Their uppers are surprisingly tough, although the mesh parts are a bit weak.


The shoes let the boys’ feet breathe, but let the sand of the desert in, too. And sand between your toes is not what you call a pleasant experience. Its sole was strong enough, and due to the breathable uppers, their feet were less hot, less stinky. These shoes not a bad choice, but the WorldWalkers are not sure, if they will buy them again.

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Home, Sweet Home

A home is a place of residence or refuge. It is usually a place in which an individual or a family can rest and be able to store personal property. Most modern-day households contain sanitary facilities and a means of preparing food. (Wikipedia)

The home of WorldWalk is their tents, you decide if it’s a real one.

by FERENC IVANICS
After spending another tiresome day in Málaga—we had handed out some 200 flyers and had chatted with a dozen passerbies—we headed home to our campsite. It had been the third week that we put up or tents every night on a hill to the north of Málaga: the city below us, the hills above us. We had a good view of the blocks of flats nearby, many people came up to ‘our’ hill to walk the dog or for some fresh water from the fountain: it wasn’t a lonely, remote life we were living. Anyways, it was a nice place to stay, we’d been getting quite fond of it.


So, we arrived home, as usual, put up the tents, sit down on the grass to have our dinner. There was a nice, peaceful ambience with the noises of the city and the birdsongs of the hills, but then suddenly... THUMP! A strange noise ruined our idyllic soundscape. We were looking around, when... thump, once more. An then we saw a stone rolling in our direction. In no time we discovered a group of teenagers hiding behind a rock on the hillside, they opened artillery fire on us. There was five of them, three of the five were throwing stones at us. They were too far away, there was nothing to do about it, so we fled.


When we were safely out of range, they took off ther coats, and started to throw their ammunition even more fiercely, they seemingly enjoyed the extended challenge. We just counted some fifty shots, when a kind, bald, bearded, well-built man appeared with his german shepherd. We started to chat with him, and he understood right away—after some mime explication—what the reason of our disbelief was. Or maybe it wasn’t our mime performance that enlightened him but the incoming stones.


He addressed the boys in a beautiful Spanish, though the volume was high enough and the content sounded a bit vulgar, it was music to our ears, and it was effective: the boys moved on without saying a word. But for our own sake we looked for another camping site that very same night, farther up the hills.


This bizarre, but fortunately rare story refreshed our memories of our previous experiences of camping in the wild, I hope you will enjoy the summary of our European and African camping adventures: coming soon.

Camping in the Wild: Europe
Camping in the Wild: Africa

Tornado in Málaga

We were happy to hear that Ferenc and István were OK after that tornado had swiped the city of Málaga Sunday night. Indeed, it was a tornado with wind speeds reaching 110 miles per hour, quite an uncommon weather phenomenon in Europe.

They survived the torment with no physical harm, but the tent of Ferenc was filled completely with water, wetting every single piece of his equipment, then it was blown away by the winds. Ferenc told us that it was the worst night and day of the whole WorldWalk tour for him.

There is more bad weather to come. Take care!