We decided to take Meg's boyfriend's car since it has more trunk space. I mean, we're a bunch of girls for crying out loud. It's hard to pack light. Plus, as we saw the weekend unfold, we were really glad we'd hauled all that junk and comfort food! Our drive was going to be about three hours (according to the GPS), so that was at least half a box of Laura's homemade snickerdoodles.
The first two hours were lovely. Good music. Great company. Exceptional snickerdoodles. What more could a girl ask for?
The rest of the trip exploded (and I do mean exploded). We're just glad we made it at all. For a REALLY LONG story shorter, here's the adventure in pictorial review:
Lots of smoke.
Darkness.
Four stranded American girls near a field.
Lesson #1: You're supposed to let the car cool down first.
Geysers and steam 20 feet into the air.
Dead car.
Still stranded near the field as cars whiz by.
FINALLY, Gabor comes to our aid. On his way home to mom's house in Budapest, this quirky and gracious young man takes pity and helps us out for several hours. After several trips across the field to the neighbor for water, we determine that towing is the only option.
We don't have a rope--trust us, we looked hard through that perfectly crammed little trunk--so Gabor takes two of the girls to the gas station to buy one.
We keep praying. Hope we see Meg and Laura again.
The GPS promptly breaks.
We play a little bumper car adventure on the way there. (You did a really good job for your first time, Meg! And in the dark, no less.)
Finally we arrive at the hotel.
1. Willing to help!! He went above and beyond the call of duty, and it only took him one pack of cigarettes and two phone calls with his mother.
2. The stuffed animals dangling from his key chain and car interior. We counted 21.
3. The strobe lights inside the car, synchronized with the stereo bass and our rising blood pressure.
4. Trail blazer and multi-tasker: towing, smoking, reading a tiny map, fielding phone calls and driving in multiple lanes at the same time. WOW.
God bless Gabor, thank God Meg speaks Hungarian and hooray for Robyn to remember the camera to document the memories.
Of course, now we're stranded in Randomtown, Hungary. We decided to de-stress at the thermal spa down the street and determine a plan later.
It really was a great weekend. I'm thankful for these girlfriends, reasons to laugh, cameras, gracious strangers, unhurried time with God, thermal spas, snickerdoodles, ranch dressing and teammates who are willing to come to my rescue.
7 comments:
wow. that's an impressive story- and exactly the kind of story that blogs were made for! kudos for grabbing your camera to document the fun!! my favorite part is when the GPS breaks. You were probably thinking, "Am I in the twilight zone?!?" At least Gabor was a nice guy, praise God!
I love Gabor!
One question...Was Gabor a complete stranger?...
Hey Robyn:
I like the blog!! This is one of those events that you look back on and have a good laugh, only it takes about 10 years to only remember the good parts and get to the laughing.
Looked at other parts of the blog; just for the record, that is "Tower Bridge" in London, not London Bridge. London Bridge now resides in Arizona.
Laughing already:
Tex
Was it Eva or ZsaZsa? Great to see you have some time to blog. Great pictures and a real example of missionary flexibility.
Bob A.
Oh my goodness! What a crazy adventure!!!! I'm so glad you guys are all ok... There must be something in the drivers tests in other countries about driving in multiple lanes. A friend said she thinks the lines are just suggestions... Yeah for girlfriends and a good memory... kind of! :-)
Gabor saves the day indeed! What a wild adventure Robyn.
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