I once was lost, but now im LOST forever.

Dear Diary,

We wonder if the lack of doors or curtains in the showers of the campings around Hungary is A: a long tradition of spa's or thermal waters or balneariums or B: just a clever way to make people take their showers faster… Some of these showers are collective rooms, which we explain by the fact that many campings are installed in recreation/ sport areas. Others are cabins without doors. It might make many of you fantasize with girls rubbing each other's backs and having experiences that mortal men will never understand or guys suffering to pick up their soap bars from the ground, but it happens to be a bit uncomfy. Not that we are shy here, but it just prevents us from showering together, so these philosophical conversations that usually take place under the water have to be postponed and then we try to reproduce these talks with a couple of cold beers and one thing leads to the other and we never manage to leave early. Not asking for an iron curtain, a simple cloth would do...

Leaving early is becoming important with the heat. Also with the extra 80 kms we have to do as we got a little bit confused with the location of the festival (again, lol). Because Csobanka is not the same than Csobankapusta, but our gps had no idea.We are okay, though. Enjoying a full moon on the right shore of the Danube after a mini ride on a ferry and ready to bike like crazy tomorrow as we wanna get to SUN one day earlier to mingle with the Belgian colony :)

Kelly wants to make another bonfire tonight. I told him there is no wood around and he replies he would burn an orphanage if his baby wanted a fire. I guess it is a very romantic statement, but somehow I don't manage to know whether loving it would be politically or any kind of correct or just totally immoral. Now that he sees I am writing about him, mouth full of the spiciest sausage in the whole freaking universe, he tells me to write about the fact that he is God, a God; it doesn't matter which one but he's the coolest of all of them up or down there. Which god, I wonder. Bacus probably, at this stage of the trip. Or St BEERnard. But no, all is about being Jesus Junior.
Whoever he thinks he is, he just got back from a spicy chorizo hallucination. And he is mumbling things like "I brained my damage" and "there are coyotes chasing me down the purple green highway of life" and "down is the only way to go if you want to go up". Sounds like Homer Simpson, doesn't it? Still it is a bit hard to convince him that he is not "the chosen one", that he will not "lead the path for the world's population towards salvation" and that in his footsteps there are no flowers sprouting.

We are developing a cat complex too, eating pate from aluminum containers. 

 But, once again, trying to innovate with budget meals after two months of traveling is not easy :) We usually have a nice meal for dinner, lunches are all about bread, pesto, spicy sauces, chorizo, cheese and pate. Miaow. Trying new rolling tobacco, though. Today's tastes and smells incredibly good: licorice.

Sitting by the Danube with the fort/ castle of Visegrad right in front of us. Simple luxury life here.

Just needing to party, we realized we were becoming a bit desperate last night, crossing the river just to get to the colored neon lights and the commercial background music. We expected a fantastic local party and found just a small fun ride, fair like, for children. Bummed. There was this nice little puticasa  /brothel at the other side of the road, and I'm pretty sure we could have had fine party over there, but the fact of the matter is we would have spent probably the half if not all of our budget there on a bottle of champagne and a half lap dance, just some more patience. Just two more days left :)

Aha,
Here I am, the One and Only and there are several of me.
Kelly Thomas Tabak, dj ShinChan aka the Tipsy Gypsy.
We really need to get to some kind of party soon. Maria and the rest of me's. All of us, I mean.
I'm sorry, multiple personalities, I seem to ignore all 20 of you from time to time, but that doesn't mean i don't love you, euh or me?
All this being kinda sober, bicycling and the nice environment make me go a little nuts, and a Kelly that goes a bit bonkers is inoffensive but a weird thing to see, so they say.
Singing out loud "I just want to fuck" and "I want sex and violence", while passing mothers and their offspring, and even with the little English they know, they all understand fuck, sex and violence. At least at a decent psytrance festival I can blend in, submerge in the crowd and fully enjoy my so beloved psychosis.

But let stay on track. After all this is a travel blog and a blog for professional bicycle enthusiasts.
I think that we are in one of the nicest areas we have been to for the moment, next to the Donau.
Lots of bicycle travelers here, it seems this is a very famous route. There are whole families on bikes, couples… coming from all over the flat earth to enjoy the Donau.

This morning we met amongst others a couple from Germany  that was wondering why in big letters it said LOST THEORY on our tent. Because we were speaking Spanish they thought we were part of the Indignados, the 1% movement as you all would know, and that we were traveling around to spread the word, bringing consciousness to the people...
Well, in a way they are right

We bring you the word
You're fucked
We are all fucked
but who doesn't know that, right?

But no, we are not part of any movement except the Anti bikers. We antibikers travel in cheap bicycles and carry no message at all, except bike and party till you drop and then keep biking to the next party. We anti bikers pedal cause we don't have a a reason to grow roots. We carry bread and pesto and wine and talk to everybody and play games before going to bed and enjoy looking at other people while they live their lives and sometimes we allow ourselves to dream of our own dreams, which never go beyond a next trip or tomorrow's destination. And we love being dramatic because life is a pantomime and we all can play roles and dance and sing ballads with made up lyrics.

So yes, fans, followers, and friends, this is what we do. The pure sadness and evil happiness on the road. Mile after mile, meter after meter. There is a full moon going on right now, right here.

Maria said we should procreate, I have no clue what she means, but it doesn't sound bad, I hope it has something to do with dinner or a video game or illicit chemicals. She says she is just gonna read her book. Gonna check the dictionary tomorrow, maybe I am missing something good? Or sleeping outside the tent to procreate on my own?

 SUN, there we go!!! Tonight or early tomorrow morning, depending on the amount of mountains we have to conquer :)