Hitching back home again, although not all the way. I got on a train/bus combo to Szeged, but took off at Morahalom, hitched to the border, which saves me at least 50 kilometers and who knows how many hours between buses - the smuggler's direct line probably still takes off at 15:00... well, not so simple.
The guy who picked me was getting cold in his fića, so we stopped at a pub right there to have a double barack pálinka (apricot brandy) before moving further. He took me all the way to Čoka, where I had about zero luck hitching. I tried to at least find a warm place (some old friends from DBA days have an office downtown, if you can call it a town, but they were closed). It was getting dark and nobody would notice me... so I, again, took the bus.
19-V-2020 - 16-V-2026