Our hosts were great and we had a great time, some beers and good conversation. Left around 8am and headed to a gas station. Got our first lift after an hour, was a short one about 10 seconds after we were dropped off at a gas station a lady asked us if she could take us along! Score! So, she spoke English very well and had travelled all over the world. She had actually been in Germany and left just 3 months before the wall fell! Then our next lift was a young Christian couple with a child in a van, who had just come back from some kind of youth Christian camp in France. 4000 young Christians. Was apparently crazy, but I suspect the lack of hedonism and boozing would have kept the mood fairly calm. I am yet to be convinced of activities lacking either of these things. Anyway, our next lift was rather interesting as well. A young Czech guy, who spoke no English and very poor German, which made me the king of German in our conversations! His approach to driving was refreshing in that he considered that laws of physics didn't apply to him. A particularly noticeable incident was when he was going 200km/h down a hill on a long right hand curve, smoking a cigarette hand in one hand, nochantly steering with one hand. After that he decided to put on his seat belt. He avoided at all costs going below 150km/h. Once he asked me if I liked his shitty techno. I lied and said yes. Honesty would have been the best policy. he took this as an invitation to turn up the volume to the point at which the speakers crackled and I felt my brain hemorrhaging. This continued for 45 minutes. We passed a wrecked van with oil still dripping from the smashed engine, the wreck looked difficult to survive. We both nodded solemnly and agreed that it was a severe accident. Next thing I know, we are doing 180km/h again! Next lift was a truck driver with some exotic pictures plastered around the cabin. My seat was in fact his bed between the seats, no seat belts, something I would become accustomed to over the next few weeks. I had to hide when we passed a police checkpoint which was in place solely to stop people riding in the middle. Whatever. He told us some interesting stories, about truck park prostitutes and so on. Advised us that the girls in Hungary had large breasts. Always good to know. Got into Bratislava, went to a large supermarket actually called a 'Hyper Market'. It had 45 checkouts, all being used. When we eventually got out there we caught a bus with the help of some locals and then got to our hosts. Some beers, chat and sleep!
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