Hitchhiking in a Bigrig to Vienna
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We hadn't planned to hitchhike to Vienna, but it was afternoon before we realized the train there would arrive the next morning -- making a 9 hour stop in God Knows Where. I've been hitchhiking since 14, and Atousa's generally down for anything that sounds dangerous, so all we had to do was convince Michelle that it was a good idea. Some internet research suggested an onramp near Chodov station, on the outskirts of town.
The onramp was near a mall where I discovered a store called "Au Pays de Mimis"... To the country of Mimis?! A whole country for me. How awesome. Pictures.
The onramp turned out to be less than ideal. The internet suggested going under the bridge, to a spot that was down a steep grassy hill. We were all carrying around wheely suitcases since we had expected to spend most of the time situated in one hotel in Tromso, not trompsing around Europe.
The spot under the bridge had a very narrow spot to stand. We made some signs for Vienna and Brno, the next town in the direction we were heading. It was already dark now, cars whizzed by at breakneck speeds, ignoring us or glaring.
The situation looked dire, when out of the distance, came our angel in a bigrig. The driver communicated that he was going to Brno. By communicated, I meen he pointed to our sign and nodded, as he spoke next to no English. The ride was awesome. Sitting up high in the cab of a giant 18-wheeler is miles away from my Honda, Mr. Put Put, back home. The driver gave us all beers to drink and we entertained him by saying the only Czech words we knew, which came off a map of Prague we got at the hostel.
The driver was so nice, he ended up taking us all the way to Vienna in his own car. Due to border regulations, he dropped ff the bigrig in Brno and off we went in his little personal car toward the border. We must have reached the border around midnight. The lady at the checkpoint gave us a weird look -- 1 man with a Czech passport and 3 little girls with US passports, one of them being Michelle's ghetto looking temporary replacement passport she had just gotten from the embassy that morning.
It must have been 3 AM when we got to our couchsurfer contact's place in Vienna. We just could not find the place in Vienna's interestingly mapped out streets. Burgershergerfest street? No, we're looking for Burgershergerfestenhouse street. It was a mess of English, German and Czech miscommunication as we, the bigrig driver and our couchsurfer hosts tried to figure out how to get us there.