Trekking along, we’re making great time. We have 10 minutes to catch
the bus. Only a little further and we’ll finally be there. The yellow
house is finally in sight. “You’re doing great guys,” I think to
myself. “Just a little bit further and we’re there.” They’re all
hauling tail, and on our day off even!, and I’m so proud to be here
with this group. We make it in time, actually, with 5 minutes to
spare, when Tamica sticks out her thumb. Hitchhiking anyone?
We’d talked about it the whole walk over when we thought we were going
to be late. I had already been getting my 2.50 lei ready when the man
said, “I still have room for two more.” So excited to have Americans
in his car (I choose to omit his exact phraseology) the man was eager
to drive us to town. So I thought, why not? You only live once! And
I said a quick prayer and hopped in.
So here I was in a car with a man who learned English from Beavis and Butthead. A man proud to say he learned English only
from MTV and Beavis and Butthead. I must add, it’s probably some of
the best English we’ve heard yet…you know, if you ignore some of the
profanity and what not 🙂 We had a great time though as he told us of
free wifi significantly closer to “home” and educated us on the history of the Hungarians in Romania.
At one point, his phone rang. He spoke in Hungarian. I suddenly had flashbacks of the movie Taken. Please do not be saying, “I have 4! Where do you want them?” Thought leaves. He hangs up. Back to reality. This is my life and I’m hitchhiking in Romania.
