Well, to say that day two was eventful is something of an understatement. After leaving the hotel in the morning, I decided it would be good to fall down a manhole through a defective cover. That would have put a dampener on the day had Romania not been stunningly beautiful. As it was I sat in the passenger seat most of the day and let the Elphick take the strain through disarmingly charming countryside with villages straight out of the 18th century. Of course there were potholes. Big potholes. Potholes big enough to have us driving on the south side of the Ukrainian border at well under 20mph. But it all added to the fun. Well, when it wasn’t jarring my dislocated shoulder and broken foot…
After the best part of a day, we made it to Hungary – and glorious, glorious Euro-standard motorway.
By the time we made it to Budapest, I was aching, the car was hot, and guess what happened…? Yes, it broke down in the city centre. Right next to an empty parking space and an Ibis hotel. Phew.
And this morning when we returned to the car, it failed to start. Yup – it’s probably the distributor. A quick flick on the Internet found us an MG Rover specialist in Budapest. And I’m now typing this in the owner’s garden while we arrange a recovery and replacement distributor. The irony is that I have one in my garage. Yup. But Although I am in bloody agony, I’m loving the interaction with the locals, and the feeling that we’re going to be on our way again soon. And if not, well, the 216 will soon be in the hands of a new owner.