Timur handled our trip to Hungary and Croatia very well. We flew into Budapest, spent some days in the city, then we took the train to Szeged and spent a week with nagymama. Timur enjoyed life in Szeged.
There was a weird story. One night papa came home restless and told mama that there was a truck in the park omitting smoke. Papa immediately wanted to call the milieu police, or at least tell the guy to stop the car and this insanity. We left Timur with nagymama and went to the Liget. Mama nearly tripped over a drunkard lying in the grass. The truck was still there. The smoke was so intense that we couldn't get close to the car. We decided to go back home. We learned on the way that the smoke was against mosquitoes and it was harmless to humans. It was difficult to persuade papa about this though. We closed all the doors and windows at home, gave a big kiss to Timur and set out for our trip to Croatia the next morning.
We drove to Croatia via Serbia and Bosnia. The trip was long, but beautiful. Bosnia is a gorgeous country! Nice mountains, crystal clear mountain rivers, fresh air, lots of forests, flowers, etc. The weather was hot and we were very excited. After crossing mountains after mountains, after mountains, we finally reached the coast of Croatie. Timur enjoyed the sea a lot, despite its coldness and saltiness. He is a brave, tough little guy.