Oh, foreigners can be really nice I even met once a nice British driver in some industrial estate in Birmingham. He invited me for wine and I gave him a CD with a russian disco (completely crap music, but it’s better to keep you awake than dozen of Red Bulls )
But as for Turks: I had once a good adventure with them.
I was hitchhiking arround Europe at this time (as a young student) and I was geting back from La Rochelle to Prague. I couldn’t catch anything on one MSA in germany, but there was one Polish camper going opposite way, they invited me to spend night inside as it was really huge and they had one bedroom empty.
At the morning I hit the road again and two turkish artics stopped. They told me “poor guy, we seen you here yesterday” but I happily explained them that I wasn’t sitting all night at the shoulder. But they offered me a lift to Nurnberg, which was quite far away from that place.
On 45’ they stopped on lorry park, pulled some drawer from under the trailer and it was fully fitted kitchen with LPG bottle and cooker and grill. They invited me for something similar to hot-dogs but it was so hot, that they barely were able to refill this tiny glass with a tea for me.
It’s worth to mention that they had only two folding chairs so I sat on the kerb, but they were insisting that I shall sit on the one of the chairs as I was their guest.
On the way they had a flat tyre. They stopped, looked at it and told “OK, there are still 5 good ones” and then we started to drive again. Unfortunably soon another one went burst. That meant that situation is serious and we left a motorway in first town, stopped at the roadside and asked some random turkish pedestrian.
Soon we landed in some centre of muslim culture, next to mosque, where I stayed with some boy who claimed he can speak english (but he was only able to tell “Very good” and “Wanna tea?”) Every single muslim guy in night gown who were entering the room was shocked of my presence and was looking strange on me, but then the young boy was explaining something to them and then they becomed smiling and treated me like some prince or something… I was really confused by this situation (and it was lucky that it was BEFORE the 9/11 ) but soon my drivers, who went away with driver and translator to find tyres came back. They told me that this one lorry must stay there for one day before it will be fixed. I told then “not a problem, thanks for the lift, I will go and catch something” But the guys told “No! You are our guest and we promised you a lift, so we will deliver that promise” and they just put me to second lorry and guy gave me a lift.
On my depart from muslim centre everybody left the building and were vawing to me, few more important guys even gaved me a hug I wil always wondering what they told them that who am I?
The other driver wasn’t speaking any english, but he knew few words in russian so we were able to exchange few words, as russian is very similar to Polish…
When we approached the Nurnberg, I told him that I want to get out on one particular MSA, but he was only nodding, and smiling and keep driving. Just before the slip road I told him “STOP STOP !!!” so he stopped… IN THE MIDDLE LANE ON GERMAN MOTORWAY!!!
I thanked him a lot and risking my life jumped out the lorry and run to the car park…
Yeah, Turkish lorry drivers are quite nice people