The Final Hitch

For one final day I pulled out my thumb and headed south. It only took one hop to get to Budapest but this lift was probably the most stressful one yet. The guy driving the car was a complete fruit cake. All silence had to be filled and he had no radio in his car. He quite liked beat boxing so he would occasionally go off on one and we also sang songs to each other. Turns out we both knew the pink panther theme tune so was hummed that for a good 10km. He also taught me the Romanian national anthem. In between songs we mostly shared Michael Jackson impressions. This was all taking place whilst his car ran out of oil and started making disturbing sounds. We had to crawl down the motorway to each petrol station hoping to find the right oil for his clapped out golf.

When we finally drew close to Budapest he mentioned that he would drop me off by a bus station to get into the city. I wish that had been the case. Much to my panic he pulled up along a slip road on the motorway. He wouldn't take me any further so i had to jump over a fence and get away from the motor way as quickly as possible for my own safety. It was a weird situation to be in because had no clue where I was and I cant speak any hungarian. Worse still i had not yet changed my euros into foirints. I ended up walking through these woods and i stumbled upon a small road. I followed this traffic less road for about 4 miles and i came across a small village. In this village i saw a sign telling me of a tescos 8km away so i thought if the worst happens i could probably walk to it. Luckily the village turned out to be a small town with a bank and a train station. Salvation.



Just thought id attach a great picture from last night. Budapest update tomorrow after i get home.

cheers,

Rich