Fapuma

This place is a small jewelry box. 🌳💚 The blue tour route also affects the village, Németbánya. There is silence and calm. You can hear the Bitva stream dripping, whether you can wade into the water up to your ankles, 🦂 🦀, or just lie down on the green grass for a bit. It is an excellent place to rest for cyclists, hikers and hikers. 🌳💚 You can fill your bottle on the public well. If you come by car, you can park. If you are lucky you can see crab 🦂🦀 in the stream, squirrel 🐿️ jump the hundred-year-old 🌲 on a pine tree, forest finches fly here, but I have already had a guest in a wonderful Oak - peacock eye 🦋 (Japanese silk moth) which is native to Japan. 💚 Last but not least, if you are hungry, thirsty, the buffet offers delicious fried 🌭 sausages, pizza, 🍕🥓 hot sandwiches, beers, soft drinks and ice cream. 🍦 It'll be good to come in here, you'll see. 😊💚😊🌲😊🌳😊

It wasn't open.

We drank coffee, it was good 😉😎

Unfortunately it is only open on weekends and from 5pm on Fridays.

Dear Blue Tour Baker. When your tired hand is tired of the persistent hiking stick grip, pressing the seal of a waxy blue tour into your booklet leading along your long trail, you may want to make a short detour to the small village of Németbánya, a newcomer. The entrance to the center of the Hungarian Jurassic park is still just the sole of your boots, so it is worth taking advantage of the free Dino park trip now. Swabian descendants of the local Hungarosaurus and Bakonydracus installed a neat food stall buffet in the center of the village. Where the hungry sausages are hungry, the lovely staff sniffs, to which you can sprinkle the Borsod IPA on a thirsty gig for a long walk. While you’re waiting for your meal, I’ll tell you about the local regiment of bench-breaking relaxation: Legend has it that a miracle of ancient evolution gave the place its name. In Crete, for a fleeting 100 million years, the mountain valiant Saurus, tired of his battle-covered armor, threw his armor into the woods at the foot of a large beech tree near the freshwater spring. Drakusza the beautiful swäbische reptile siren flew his jar with its wings to it, bulging its thirsty melody. Saurus was already snoring his honey-like dream when a tempting siren fluttered in his ear. His shell was not plugged with earwax because he had just washed it with the water of a stream before dredging. Thus the fatal dudola freely occupied Saurus. In order not to brush for a long time what happened at the base of the big oak, I immediately turn to the point. The troublemaker Dénes Faun mixed a fake code into Drakusza's siren song with a deceptive melody. This is how the little Fapuma, a thinning little freak in the forest, became thinner, who has been roaming the Bakony since then. The local carver cut his lonely stray Bakony into his wooden bowl. The masterpiece was worried about the wall of the booth as an eternal memory, what not to miss to remember with your dear wandering, skubi eyes.