Precision went out the window and I mistook Slovakia for Slovenia.
Hooking up with Gunther, a truck driver, seemed as a logic way to save some travel money at the time.
Because my German is a bit rusty there was some unfortunate misunderstandings.
Things did not get better after that… he left me on the side of the road in the middle of the night.
Eventually I managed to find a ride to Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia.
Its very beautiful here with Communists Monuments everywhere.
I should probably find somewhere to sleep because its getting colder…