It was time to drive to Pecs (pronounced petsch). I started the well-abused Winnie the Sauerkraut and resumed my journey. On the way to Pecs, I encountered these guys:
Everything was copacetic until I arrived in the city. The hotel was on a hilltop! While I got used to driving Winnie the Sauerkraut on flat roads, driving the car on hills was another level of difficulty. After stalling the car a few more times, I decided to park the car two blocks away and walked to the hotel.
“Can you drive a manual car?” I asked the hotel receptionist.
“What?”
Thinking dancing/body language is the true lingua franca, I tried to get the point across by DJ-ing (shifting gears) with my hand. He agreed to help. When we got to the car, he asked where the luggage was. Perplexed, I told him we would drive to the hotel. It turned out he didn’t know how to drive a manual car and thought I asked him to carry my luggage. Sigh…
