Sitting by the side of a small road near Mosonmagyarovar having dinner, looking for somewhere to wild camp and feeling that something good is about to happen leads me to encounter Erika, who first drives past with a smile and then returns with an ice cream for me. This act of gelato kindness is followed by an invitation to meet her husband Attila and to sleep in their house. What follows is a surreal day of wonder, an incite into a world of barter, banter, tennis, filming, logistics, links, new bearings in the rear hub, Austrian/Hungarian road quality, word clearing, beer pong, Gabor, Tomas, Balint, Osho, belief and discourse.