Act of hospitality or what?

How about riding 100 km in burning sun, and being welcomed by three girls on the street, who touch your helmet, ask how are you, and give you a kiss on the cheeks. Wait a second, what's going on here. Too much hospitality I guess.

"Ahh, that's how you drive it", she says. "Wanna come with me?"

"I am too tired to go anywhere. Just tell me where the next hotel is?", I reply.

Caransebes, Romania.