I sat at my normal spot for another four hours. Waiting for anyone,
hoping to just get out of Austria, at least out of the area I was stuck
in near Salzburg, when finally, a woman pulled over, and walked up to
me.
She apologized for not having picked me up sooner, and told me about
how she had seen me 45 minutes earlier and decided that she would pick
me up f I was still at my spot. I was grateful regardless, extremely
happy to be able to speak to someone who spoke great English. She told
me the only reason she picked me up: I, in a desperate attempt to make
me look human, and not some random thing, had written “I’m from Alaska,
please get me to Vienna.” on my sign…She had just dropped off her nephew
off at the mountain…and he is from Alaska, in fact, an Alaskan State
Trooper! She took me home and set up a bed for me to sleep in.
At about 2 p.m. I woke up to the smell of fresh strudel pulled out of
the oven, and a nice cup of thick coffee, heaven! I looked about the
home, which was immaculate! I wouldn’t believe this home! It looked
directly out of a magazine, and the view from outside…WOW!
The woman had to pick up her nephew from the mountain, so I jumped in
with her and we picked him up, he was quite shocked to see the Alaskan
hitchhiker in the front seat! We headed to a restaurant and he bought me
a quick meal, then we headed back to the home, where I was shown a
German book about Alaska. I began to flip through the pages, and felt a
bit homesick, so I stopped and began looking about the garden in the
back yard.
At about 5 p.m. we headed towards Vienna, as the uncle and Nephew
would be heading 30 kilometers before Vienna. They stopped down a side
road to show me a castle, then dropped me at a gas station. I sat there
wondering where I might sleep that night, as it was now about 8 p.m. and
the sun was setting. Soon, cars began pulling over to pick me up, but
my hitcher’s mind jumped in. I knew I was supposed to go with a
particular car, I just didn’t know which, but I knew that I would know
when I happened upon it.
Who knew the car I was meant to be in was a white van full of Polish
construction workers? We drove into Vienna at about 11 p.m. and they
offered me a place to sleep. Whilst on the way to their “friends’” home
that I would sleep at, “Born In the U.S.A.” came on the radio…so there I
was, Screaming “Born In the U.S.A.” with five Polish construction
workers while driving down the road in Vienna, Austria. Still to this
day I laugh about that scenario!
We arrived at a dark home on a hill overlooking the city. One of the
men went to switch the light on, but it didn’t seem to be working; it
wasn’t until I really entered into the home that I would see what was
going on.
They lit up the room with their phones, the empty, dark, cold,
in-the-process of being constructed room…this was not a friends’ home,
but one that they were in the process of building. I didn’t say anything
about it, I was just thankful for a place to sleep.
There were two couches. I slept on a leather futon that was placed in
one room, and the boys placed the cushions of the other couch on top of
me as a sort of “blanket.” I froze the whole night, but felt safe, and
that was all that mattered.
All of the sudden, it was 5 a.m., which meant it was time to leave.
The Polish boys dropped me off at the train station and gave me 7.70
Euro for a bus ticket to Bratislava, Slovakia, which was my real
destination.
I arrived at the Wild Elephants hostel here in Old Town Bratislava at
about 10 a.m. They showed me a room, and without any time to talk, I
crashed on the bed for about 18 hours, I could finally let my guard
down, finally really get some good solid rest without interruption, I
was out!
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