Date: 30th of June 2015
Route: Vienna – Prague
Vehicles hitchhiked: 3
In the morning, after a quick breakfast, we took two U-Bahns to a petrol station on the outskirts of Vienna where we had planned to start hitchhiking. When we arrived there, it turned out that the petrol station was very small. A few drivers whom we met there refused to take us, so we thought better of it, and started to look for a better place to catch a lift.
Unfortunately, because of the lack of other sensible options, we ended up standing next to a crossroad nearby, and asking people in cars for a lift, while they were waiting for the green light.
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Waiting for an U-Bahn |
After almost an hour of doing this, I started to be very impatient, and insisted on changing the place; we decided to try hitchhiking on a small traffic island between lanes. Well, it’s generally not allowed to stand in such places, but at least it was easier for us to talk with the drivers.
Several minutes later, we suddenly saw that one of drivers switched lanes unexpectedly, and stopped in front of us – despite the fact that the traffic lights were displaying green. He offered to give us a lift to the next petrol station; we took the opportunity without hesitation, and quickly got into his car. The driver (who worked in T-Mobile) said that he had used to hitchhike in the past, so he understood why we had decided to stand in such a place.
We left the car on a pretty big petrol station on the way to Brno. This time we chose to try asking truck drivers for a ride, for a change; unfortunately, there was one small problem – there were two of us hitchhiking, but at most one free seat in each vehicle. Truckers didn't want to take us, because they didn’t fancy risking a fine.
Finally one of them agreed, but we had some problems with communication. “English?” “No.” “German?” “No.” “Czech?” “No.” So we drove in silence for some time. Then I tried once again and asked, “Polski?” (“Polish?” in Polish). “What?!” he exclaimed, “So you are from Poland, and you haven't noticed that we have been listening to a Polish radio, huh?!” Well, yes, we hadn't.
Even though it was a little bit uncomfortable to sit on only one buttock for the whole ride, I enjoyed travelling with the driver. He was friendly, and he showed us interesting things on the way, such as verdant Austrian vineyards, and the sculpture of Conchita Wurst which was standing near the road.
We got out of the truck on a petrol station near Brno. It took us almost an hour to catch a lift there; eventually, a Czech mathematician agreed to take us. We were lucky because he was heading directly to Prague.
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Lunch on the petrol station near Brno |
When he asked us where we came from, my answer must have been unclear, because he understood at first that we were from Holland (instead of Poland). When Maia explained to him what I meant, we started talking with him in a Polish-Czech mix (it turned out that he knew a bit of Polish). Then he turned on a CD with nice and lively Polish-Czech songs, and we were listening to them for the whole ride.
We said goodbyes on a parking lot in Prague. Then Maia and I went to a supermarket, where we changed some money to korunas, and bought lots of food (after our visit to Austria everything in Czech seemed very cheap). Moreover, Maia eventually bought a hip pack for himself, which she had been planning to buy since the beginning of our trip.
After having some troubles with finding a ticket machine, we went by tram to the city centre. We checked out a few islands on the Vltava River, took photos on The Legion Bridge (Most Legií) and The Charles Bridge (Karlův most), and walked around the old part of the city. We had an occasion to watch a group of talented dancers performing on the main square. Generally speaking, we really liked the atmosphere of Prague, and felt at home there.
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Going by tram to the city centre |
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Maia on The Legion Bridge ... |
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... and Justyna on The Charles Bridge |
We had arranged to meet with our host around 10 p.m. We still had some time left so we decided to stay in Letná Park, which was on the way, and wait there. We trained some yoga on the grass; it turned out that a few other people got inspired by us, and they tried to stand on their heads, or do the Supported Shoulderstand pose (Salamba Sarvangasana).
Then, we ate yoghurts (in order to get some protein after a bit of physical effort); this time, unfortunately, we didn't have reserves of plastic cutlery in our backpacks, so we came up with an idea to make spoons out of matzo (a kind of hard and crunchy bread).
When we arrived at Petr's flat, we talked with him for some time. He was a pretty cool guy, who worked in a travel agency. We listened with amazement to stories about his crazy hitchhiking adventures from the past.
Before going to sleep, we checked messages on couchsurfing.com, and found out that we had been accepted as guests in Luxembourg and Berlin. What a lovely end of the day!