I am not in the mood for writing. Since we came back, I did not think about internet, did not play Maffia Wars on Facebook, did not even checked my emails for a long time.

The trip home was good, and very exhausting.

Left at 12:00 on Friday, got down to Dover, by 14:00 (210km), missed the earlier ferry, so had to wait until 16:00 (which was originally booked). Weather was great, sunny, warm. 

16:00, boarded, left the car in the bottom of the ferry, and went upstairs, on the open deck. Leaving UK really got me. When I was watching the White Cliffs getting smaller and smaller, and imagining waving goodbye to South Foreland Lighthouse, I really felt a heartache. 

This was the moment, maybe first in my life, when I had this feeling for the UK. My last two years were pretty good here, and despite of all the constant complaints I made, I really like living here. 

The Channel was furious (probably for us leaving), huge waves were pushing around our ferry. Mrs. Smith had the seasickness, I was really close to have it also. The trip was two hour (painful) journey to Dunkerque, France. 

From France, when there was 19:00 CET already I drove to Germany, close to Koblenz, where we spent the night in a hotel. (60EUR inc. breakfast for 2 persons)

The next day drove to Hungary. (alltogether: 1751km) The weather was really shit all the way long, lots of road constructions on motorways, with speed restrictions. There was only a 35km long part, where we could go real fast. (Tried 190km/h with a fully packed car, it was funny)

Then we arrived to Hungary. What can I say? I was very disappointed. I could tell you the reasons for hours.

It seems that living abroad for almost 7 years now had its results. I began to build up a certain distance between myself and my birth country.

I realized many things while I was in Hungary, and in the light of all that, I began to observe our life in the UK from a totally different perspective.

But the detailed description will be part of a new post.