From Vienna (Austria) to Gyenesdiás (Hungary) – 285km
At the petrol station to where we headed, on the outskirts of Vienna, we were actively hitchhiking, meaning that we approached the drivers instead of just waiting for them to be considerate. It paid off immediately: a young Slovenian couple, heading back to their homeland, took us. They had come to Vienna to search for a place to live as they intended to move there, but were unlucky so far.
Before the highway split, one way heading to Slovakia and the other to Hungary, we asked to be dropped at the last highway.
Good luck guys, hope you can find your dream Viennese dwelling!
A ride promptly appeared.
A blue-collar worker, living in Austria, from some country to the east which I cannot recall anymore. He seemed quite sad with his life, but it didn’t refrain him from wanting to talk, so moments of pure silence, when you are more eager to be lost in your thoughts contemplating the landscape running outside the window, did not happen. Got of near Győr, while he was driving further away…
We waited way longer than we expected… Traffic was heavy, there was plenty of space for cars to stop and still we seemed invisible to everyone… At last one stopped. A local man, going to the city in the direction we were heading. We exchanged a few words, but the wear and tear of travelling for more than a month already was hitting me. My sister and I actually fell asleep. We woke up when we got to Veszprém.
Another ride with a woman! It’s something not that common, as we experienced from our hitchhiking adventures.
We were still quite dizzy from our nap when she (sorry, names are not my thing, as I have written in the past…) immediately stopped to pick us up! What a cheerful and caring person she was! 😀 A grandmother, she was very keen to practice her English, as she had one of her sons living in the UK, which resulted in having his English friends over at Hungary, at the peaceful Balaton area.
Already on the northern lake Balaton side, we were just a straight (still long) line away from our goal. Golden hour came in quickly, so we had time to play a little while we waited… And to get tattooed as well!
Eventually a car came to a stop. We hopped in and hoped it would be enough to get to Gyenesdiás, but our expectation soon faded. This Hungarian man, a former hitchhiker, was going to some friend’s party a bit further ahead, but was still willing to help us.
All the way down.
The sixth ride of the day! We managed to break our record of 5 rides in one day (which was set on day one, from Lausanne to Bern).
An Audi with a Czech license plate, got me to think we would have Czech companionship. Wrong! Inside, an Hungarian father with his blond child in the backseat was our closing lift of the day. Living in Budapest, they often come to Balaton to escape city life.
During our enthusiastic talk, he told us that he also hitchhikes a bit around the area with his son. I was amazed. He already had this cool flair that instantly bumped high above when he disclosed it. In his words, it is a lot easier for cars to stop when they notice a child. Gotta remember that for next time! Kidnap a kid a the beginning of the trip and then letting him go at the end… 😛