Frederik and companions were returning from Turkey and running short of cash. They’d offered a lift into Austria as an opportunistic gesture in return for a tank of petrol. At 800 miles it was a mind boggling deal and besides it was getting dark. They intended travelling through the night, sharing the driving, with us snuggled down in the rear.
The anxiety inside the van was tangible as we passed through the customs post, a mini-version of Check Point Charlie, armed soldiers loitering in soviet style uniforms and silly caps. But after a superficial search we were waved through.