Encountering A Beetle Caravan.

Rechnitz appears to have had it all today.

Bob and I set off at ten towards Közseg for a bit of public holiday behaviour. Shopping, along with what seems to have been a whole lot of other Austrians. Clever not to have public holidays on the same day! We had Tesco in our sights and I suppose, minds. In the end, the Tesco was a bit of a disappointment and next time we'll go to the other one in Szombathely.

So there we were driving along on yet another sunny day, windows at half mast, thankfully the radio silent and just enjoying catching up ( driving might be the new way of being in the moment sans smartphone, TV or laptop ) when we encountered the beetle caravan. Goodness me, I had no idea there were so many still about. A slew of old VW beetle bugs were driving sedately in singe file. At least fifty in all ages and colours. Too marvelous to see. It took me back to my youth and being driving about by mum in her white beetle bug. Great memories.

It was amazing to witness this procession. Everyone of the drivers and co-drivers was grinning from ear to ear, windows down and on some still clung a wonderful aura of hippy-dom. Rechnitz was having a Kirtag and a bit later we ran into a caravan of old-timer tractors as well.

As the beetles were buzzing past us one by one, their bubble of excitement touched us. Or me rather.

" Schatzi, wouldn't it be great fun to save up for an old bug and join these breakfast-runs? "

Either he was too busy admiring the column or he chose to ignore one of my many ideas being uttered at the drop of a hat. Fair enough, these cars are expensive and need lots of tender love and care.

After finishing our tour of Tesco, Bob and I stopped at a nice Hungarian restaurant. We'd often driven past but had never tried it. It was good, but we both agreed that our ' local ' Hatarmenti Vigado is still tops.

When we got back home this afternoon, I chose to recline on the couch with a book in hand while Bob was apparently doing research on his computer...

" Honey, listen to this: a 1960's VW beetle bug for sale...! "

Ah, The Bobster was listening after all and the bug, beetle bug might have bitten him. I can very well picture the two of us being part of a beetle club.

Biggi