It is a very high-risk, all-in move to try and hitchhike to an airport with a non-refundable flight ticket, but I have done it quite a few times before, and my hubris/moxie/chutzpah knows no bounds in these matters. I successfully hitched to Weeze airport in uber-rural Germany again today, but I couldn’t have cut it any closer nor been luckier.
A friend left me at a highway gas station just south of Arnhem, but the Dutch don’t patronize their highway rest areas like the Germans do, and traffic was predictably light. I really should have gone a different route. It was suicide to negotiate two highway changes and to hitch through backwater roads on a Sunday.
Two old Armenians(!) listening to loud techno music(!) drove me about 70km to Venray, only 30km or so away from Weeze. They were the first to save me. Next was a priest(!) driving a PT Cruiser(!!!) listening to chamber music. Third was a German guy who drove me to the Weeze turnoff where I discovered I was just about out of time but a pedestrian told me I was only 2 or 3 km away. I might strangle him next time we cross paths. It was at least 10km, but I started walking anyway. I was getting in a panic, which isn’t a good look conducive to getting rides.
Just as my luck was running out and I was faced with a long hitch to Budapest, missing tonight’s Brazil/Ivory Coast match, a man stopped for me, drove several km out of his way and shuttled me straight to the airport. I don’t know his name or anything about him, but he really saved me. My gift of a postcard of Yosemite Park was so inadequate to express my gratitude, I felt bad giving it.
No one was in line at the Wizzair check-in desk, just two agents chatting, and when they saw me running through the airport to them they sighed in perturbation (is that a word?) at having to deal with me so close to the gate closing time. I really had only seconds to spare.
The girl working at tourist information in Budapest’s ancient terminal one, I knew I was back in Hungary when I saw her. I just can’t imagine many other countries where such a girl in such clothes would be working as the face of tourism. That’s all I’m going to say. I have to go back to the airport Tuesday to pick my friend up. Maybe I can finagle a photo.